The Mitchell Brothers - Alone With The T.V lyrics

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 f**'s going on man seriously, like she's f**in' 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 f**ing relax man I feel f**in' stressed (the thing is if you keep getting attached to her she might f** off and then you're gonna be f**ed) 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 bu*ton 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 can't 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 f**ing 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 can't 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 sh** 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