Dan's Kebab House

I've been standing by this fruit machine for some time

Dressed as sharp as a lime

As I patiently tap my fingers

The smell of onion lingers

Waiting inside a kebab shop

Spilling the heart you thought you'd rob

Stuck here on a Friday night

When I could have stayed at home to watch the fight

This wouldn't be the first time you've stood me up

Squashed like a plastic cup

Clinging on to every thread of hope

You always wondered how I'd cope

Calling me up at all hours

Well you drunk the wine and crushed the flowers

'Lets just stay as friends' you said

Oh, so that's why you slept in another man's bed?

A victim of time and circumstance

But never mind the facts

As foolish as it sounds

I forgive you for as long as the earth is round

Chest freezer

I even helped your dad out just to please ya

Now I'm left with a measly dime

But you are a mountain I'm willing to climb

I place my last coin into the machine

Strangled by a hopeless regime

One last gamble

My heart twisting through the mangle

Suddenly a text appears

I am caught unawares

'Waiting outside Dan's kebab house' it reads

I have fallen to my knees

I couldn't bolt outside quick enough

You always were a scruff

Standing there with your hoodie zipped up 

That's my Rob!

I gain a gentle whiff of your aftershave

This is no goodbye-wave

We don't utter a single word

My heart is already cured