Proper Chronic Lonely

The bailiff's coming round tomorrow morning
He's come to seek possessions that I own
He's claiming he's given me several warnings
I'm claiming I didn't receive them all.

I've taken my television to a mate's house
And I've hidden my guitar beneath the sink
And I've written this all down in my diary
It's enough to turn a monk onto the drink
When I'm alone.

I'm prone to feeling lonesome now you're gone
And stars don't shine at half their strength
When you realise what's wrong
There's no amount of "sorry"s to ever bring you home
When I'm alone.

My chest feels it's collapsing now you're gone
I'm proper chronic lonely and you realise what's wrong
There's nothing I can say to ever bring you home.

The courthouse, they've issued me a summons
Oh I'm off to plead not guilty to a judge
I'm just hoping he'll take pity on my broken heart
If he chooses not to I won't hold no grudge.

I'm guessing now your parents do not like me
Well I took their hospitality to the brink
I'm hearing you're seeing someone in the army
I'm wishing I was him, more than you may think
When I'm alone.

I'm prone to feeling lonesome when you're gone
And stars don't shine at half their strength
When you realise what's wrong
There's no amount of "sorry"s to ever bring you home
When I'm alone.

My chest feels it's collapsing now you're gone
I'm proper chronic lonely and you realise what's wrong
There's nothing I can do to ever bring you home
When I'm alone.

I'm prone to feeling lonesome when you're gone
And stars don't shine at half their strength
When you realise what's wrong
There's no amount of "sorry"s to ever bring you home
When I'm alone.

My chest feels it's collapsing now you're gone
I'm proper chronic lonely...