Now She's Gone By Mike Watts

Every Friday was pizza night And we'd share a large pepperoni With extra chilli And a box of fries Which I always dished out 60/40 Because she was too gorgeous To be ruined by equal portions. Then I'd make A black coffee for her And a weak tea for me Then slot in a DVD Which we'd never finish Because I couldn't leave her alone. And after jabbing the remote We'd go at it fiercely And the spice in our mouths Would transform our tongues Into light sabres, As we slammed into each other Like two WWF stars.

And I swear to god That I would give anything To have those nights again, Instead of lying here Clawing at my scalp And realizing how one solitary, Stupid moment of weakness Can vapourize forever The most amazing times, And leave you spending Friday nights With a bowl of cereal, And a big stash of DVD's That you'll finally get to see The end of.

Copyright Mike Watts 2008

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