You were hungover and drunk one day
And were forced to go to school
I remember sitting beside you
During our Physical science class
I was gently drawing circles on your palm
Before the teacher decided to asked
What occurs when you fire a gun?
Would you care to explain?
You being quite out of it
Couldn't find the right words to say
Sitting up straight in your chair
A glazed look coating your eyes
You raised your hand up in the air
as you began to explain
You fire the gun like this
Throwing your body across the desk
And then it comes back and hits you like this
Hitting yourself in your chest
Holding back my laughter
You looked dead in my eyes
Giving me your classic grin
As you leaned against me again
And what is that action called?
she edged you on again
You were already half way gone
So I whispered it in your ear
you shouted out
RECOIL
Before she moved on with her class
You may of been my best friend
But hell you were a pain in the ***