This Side of Romance

I miss the whip, I miss the ball and chain
 I miss checking in at least 30 times a day
 I miss your whining and I miss your moan
 I miss always wishing that you were gone
 So, baby, please come home
 I miss wet shoulders, and I miss you crying
 I miss you in the morning after too much wine
 I miss you sober and I miss you stoned
 I miss always wishing that you were gone
 So, baby, please come home
 I sit at this bar and drink like I'm married
 I'm falling so far with too much to be carried
 I can barely crawl, like I got some fever
 But no pain at all, except in my liver
 And even that might start to subside
 If I could drown you out of my mind
 Then I'd pretend that I'm still alive
 I miss the fighting for hours on the phone
 I miss always wishing that you were gone
 So, baby, please come home