Текст песни Gone - Rachel Talbott

I′m getting tired of how he's never home on time
Dinner gets cold and I act like I don′t mind that he's gone
I've got a feeling that it′s not what I expect
So I search his phone, turns out he′s got quite the catch and he's gone

I′ve about reached my limit
Someone's gonna get it
I′m sick of being here all alone
It's like he′s gone for a living and I could forgive him
If I knew what time he'd be back home
But he's gone, gone, gone, gone
Fishing

I′m catching on to him and he thinks that I don′t know
What he don't understand is that I smell it on his clothes when he′s gone
Sometimes I wonder if he's into me at all
The last one he brought home is hangin′ up there on the wall and he's gone, yeah

I′ve about reached my limit
Someone's gonna get it
I'm sick of being here all alone
It′s like he′s gone for a living and I could forgive him
If I knew what time he'd be back home
But he′s gone, gone, gone, gone
Fishing

Packing up my things
I think it's time for me to go
But he keeps on asking me to check out his new pole
So I′m gone

I've about reached my limit
Someone′s gonna get it
I'm sick of being here all alone
It's like he′s gone for a living and I could forgive him
If I knew what time he′d be back home
But he's gone, gone, gone, gone
Fishing