Gone

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