I'm missing the wet towel on the chair.
There isn't anyone screaming out my name 10 times and bug the hell out of me.
The guitar isn't losing its chord nor am I losing my mind.
There's still juice in the fridge.
But neither coffee nor cheer at home.
I've put on the TV so the silence won't gobble me up.
You've made living alone so very un-cool.
Now that you are away, I'm living with myself.
I'd rather get my roomie back than be a better person.
Come back you messy monster of mush.
I'm missing you loads. More than I care to admit.
Besides I haven't said "chup kar" to anyone in 3 days!
Come back. Before I lose my nasty ways.