My Only True Definition Of Loss

The picture frame's under my bed
But the picture's burned inside my head
I think tonight I'll take the stairs
As if this elevator cares at all

I miss the irate pointless fights
And all the fucking sleepless nights
I'm sure tonight I'll eat alone
A consistency I've never grown to love

So Florida was your safest bet
One I've gotten over yet
But tonight your side stays cold
Nikki this is getting old, come home
Come home

You, come home
Come home