I feel like a monster   Is under my bed   Ready to eat me   Did I drink too much?   I don't know      I head for the kitchen   And open the fridge   But there's nothing in there   It's been like that since you've left      But I'm trying my best to cope    With the idea that you are gone   That I'm left with your dog    Who won't trust me and eats my rugs      When I was with you   I used to eat lots   Of fruits and vegetables   Now it's bacon and eggs   My stomach aches      I'm not into football   But I still stare at the TV set   Pretending I give a shit      But I'm trying my best to cope    With the idea that you are gone   And I'm left with your dog    Who won't trust me and eats my rugs      Was I ready for this?   Did I deserve it?   Maybe I did   I like to feel guilty      But I'm trying my best to cope    With the idea that you are gone   And I'm left with your dog    Who won't trust me and eats my rugs