Wake up this morning,
isn't that something?
Something is burning,

it's my english muffin

My stomach is empty,

but something ain't right
The dinner was lovely,
didn't order the fight


My blackberry vibrates,
I'm checking the message

Update from Facebook,
I guess I'll check it


Couldn't believe it,
had to see for my eyes
You were single,

I was terrorized

Was it the family?

Was it the dog?
It must have been Chelsea
You always hated football


Was it my mates?
Was it the job?

Am I out of fit?
Should I have taken a jog?


Now I'm a stranded bloke, shuffling the streets
I'm tearing through the chunnel, in my bare feet
Maybe I should go to your flat

and I know we're underground, but this is deep

Don't hold me backed into a corner

Your status has changed to single
Let's move forward my emails
I'm no longer a hot male, I'm just a yahoo waiting for you

I'm so lonely