('cause she needs me)

I'll be in front of my TV
When she comes back home.
Nothing will have changed
Not even the mess 'round me.
My friends won't tell me again
I lose everything I ever get
With her beside me again
I won't cook for myself anymore.

I'll have another beer in one hand,
When she comes back home,
A blue mag in the other
It's so easy to read
Bye bye to loneliness
I know she'll come back to me
With her beside me again
I won't need to fuck anybody else.

What did she want to try and prove?
Why did she feel she needed to move?
How could she miss me in her groove?
Right here in my boots I stand waiting for her