Gone
Hey love, thought that I’d just share my dayIt felt a little bit crazy, babyI cleaned the closet so I’m out of your wayI guess you can have your spaceWell, I thought that I should write a letterAnd I thought this would be better, don’t yell…
There’s a million ways that I could tell youBut I think I’d rather show you it’s overAnd I won’t be back no moreDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s goneDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s goneGave you my heart, it slipped through your fingersNow you don’t want to playDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone
Oh love – your dinner’s waiting down the street…And you can have it your waySo… the mess you made is yours to cleanSo don’t be looking at meSee, I don’t mean to disrespect youBut I think you could’ve done me better, don’t you?You fool
There’s a million ways that I could tell youBut I think I’d rather show you it’s overAnd I won’t be back no moreDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s goneDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s goneGave you my heart, it slipped through your fingersNow you don’t want to playDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone
Where you going? What you doing?Oh, you must be at the pointWhere you can’t take this no moreSo you grabbin’ your stuff, walkin’ out the doorMovin’ so fast, forgot what we was even arguing forMan, I know you like the back of my handYou like to break up then make upRoll me a joint soon as I wake upWhen I put it down, mess up your makeupEverything provided when you’re rolling with a riderYou been in Hollywood so longYour ass startin’ to act HollywoodTalkin’ ’bout you gon’ leave, probably shouldI ain’t trippin’ – just a bunch of extra shitI ain’t missing, my sister tried to tell me ’bout youI ain’t listen, now we goin’ down this roadHit the smoke, said “bro, I’ve been here before”And you know Kelly never liedSo can get your stuff and get to goingI’ll get back to gettin’ high…
There’s a million ways that I could tell youBut I think I’d rather show you it’s overAnd I won’t be back no moreDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s goneDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s goneGave you my heart, it slipped through your fingersNow you don’t want to playDon’t you know, it seems to goThat you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone