Gone

Hey love, thought that I’d just share my day

It felt a little bit crazy, baby

I cleaned the closet so I’m out of your way

Guess you can have your space

Well, I thought that I should write a letter

Then I thought this would be better don’t yell…

There’s a million ways that I could tell you

But I think I’d rather show you it’s over

And I won’t be back no more

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers

Now you're the one to blame

Don’t it always seem to go

That 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 way

So, love, the mess you made is yours to clean

So don’t be looking at me

See, I don’t mean to disrespect you

But I think you could’ve done me better, don’t you?

You fool

There’s a million ways that I could tell you

But I think I’d rather show you it’s over

And I won’t be back no more

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers

Now you're the one to blame

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Where you going? What you doing?

Oh, you must be at the point

Where you can’t take this no more

So you grabbin’ your stuff, walkin’ out the door

Movin’ so fast, forgot what we was even arguing for

Man, I know you like the back of my hand

You like to break up then make-up

Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up

When I put it down, mess up your makeup

Everything provided when you’re rolling with a rider

You been in Hollywood so long

Your ass startin’ to act Hollywood

Talkin’ ’bout you gon’ leave, probably should

I ain’t trippin’—just a bunch of extra **** that

I ain’t missing, my sister tried to tell me ’bout you

I ain’t listen, now we goin’ down this road

Hit the smoke, said, “Bro, I’ve been here before.”

And you know Kelly never lied

So you can get your stuff and get to going

I’ll get back to gettin’ high…

There’s a million ways that I could tell you

But I think I’d rather show you it’s over

And I won’t be back no more

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers

Now you're the one to blame

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone

Sing

Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've

One more time

That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone

Good try

Slip through your fingers now you're the one done changed...

Oh, my, shut the **** up