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