Serious man it's like she ain't even pickin' up my calls, I mean ringing her tryin' to talk to her and it's like I'm leaving messages on the phone and she ain't pickin' it up, I don't know what the fuck's going on man seriously, like she's fuckin' stressin' me out,
(Yeah yeah, well, just like relax man you know what I mean, you've called her a couple of times, she ain't pickin' up),
I can't fucking relax man I feel fuckin' stressed,
(The thing is if you keep getting attached to her she might fuck off and then you're gonna be fucked).
She could have waited 'til I got home,
Now she's on the train while I'm on my own.
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, by lunch break we were fighting on the phone, this evening I brought back DVDs, now I'm alone with the TV
First thing this morning your head was on my chest
I had to be up early so I left you in the bed
You look so enticing curled under the duvet
But I couldn't jump back in cause I didn't wanna be late
You laid their so calmly as I quickly got dressed
In my armani cardy and shirt you had neatly pressed
I wanted to say bye but I didn't want to you wake up
So I thought I would give you call on my lunch break or something
At lunch break I rang you on the house phone but you never answer so I hung up
And rang back on the voda
You were chattin' Kosher but then you started to moan love about how I never gave
You time when I am out on the road 'nuff
I couldn't take all the long talk so I told you please ease off
I had to push the red button with my thumb cos I was so pee'd off
This evening I brought back some Chinese to munch I even went got some dvd's to watch
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, by lunch break we were fighting on the phone, this evening I brought back DVDs, but I'm alone with the TV
My head in my hands staring right at my hair brush
On the table there's still my cup of tea and toast still untouched
My fist on the table eyes fixed to the carpet telephone going off
I cant be asked to even go answer it
My head in my hands cause I opened up the front door to see if there
Was any post in for me in the floor on the porch
My fist in the table cause the letter I just read in black it just said you had left
With my best friend my eyes to the ceiling cause I thought it was all a joke
Until I open up your wardrobe no hangers no clothes
My head in my hands cause the photo I am holding is a photo is of you
And your fucking smile
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, by lunch break we were fighting on the phone, this evening I brought back DVDs, but I'm alone with the TV
This evening I have brought back Love Actually
Cause I thought what we had was actually love
But I cant see your Gucci scarf or your Zara gloves
Their ain't no matt lip gloss or eye-liner and stuff
On the bathroom sink there's only one toothbrush
There's only one face wash there's only one sponge
On the table by the stove there's a note and a biro
I am tryin' to chase you on the voda just to ask you why though
At lunch break I should have listened to your whining on the phone
And not been so impatient or tired of your moaning
I should have told you were sort it when I get it in at 6
And settle are differences by talkin' it out and shit
First thing this morning I should of rubbed off Simone's, Paula's
And Josephine's numbers off my phone
If I had done this morning you'd be here at home
If I had done this morning I wouldn't be here alone
She could have waited 'til I got home,
Now she's on the train while I'm on my own.