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