A poem about love, loss, and television. |
I saw you in the distance You were that girl The one who took my heart to St. Elsewhere And I had to make you mine I nervously approached you and bumbled over my words, like Larry David But I asked you to meet me at Central Perk For a cup of coffee We went on our first date And our happy days began Monday, Tuesday, Every day You drove me crazy, off-centre The Mad About You theme song became our song And everything was fine, oh fine But after six months, things started to change It's like, you know, different at that point We began to fight like Fred and Ethel You'd berate me like Sanford to his son And finally, we parted ways But I guess that's life Now I'm single, hanging with city guys And according to Jim, you weren't for me But those guys don't understand They're still having sex, and the city always looks more inviting when you're not looking for love Sometime I sit at home, alone, far from a full house And I cry, because I miss my angel We were two stupid dogs, in love I think about the future, I'm about to break I wish I could've married her And told our children about how I met your mother Those memories I missed Pacing the halls of Sacred Heart, waiting for the baby to be born But our love ceased to grow, it's development arrested If only I could find my Pam, I could totally be her Jim But I'm no lucky Louie My wife's never blowin' me And all I can think is that it's all ok Because sometimes, love jumps the shark And no one's to blame but God, the writer And sometimes, the writer goes on strike |