Texty: Ben Folds Five. Gone.

I thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know
In the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go
And I hope you find some time to drop a note

But if you won't, then you won't
And I will consider you gone

I know that you went straight to someone else
While I worked through all this shit here by myself
And I think that you should spend some time alone

But if you won't, then you won't
And I will, then I will consider you gone

Gone
Gone
Gone

I wake up in the night
All alone and it's alright
The chemicals are wearing off
Since you've gone, gone

The days go on, the lights go off and on
And nothing really matters when you're gone
If you think that you feel nothing at all

If you don't
(If you don't)
Then you don't
(No, you won't)
If you won't, then you won't
(If you won't, then you, no you won't, if you, if you, if you won't)

Then I will
Then I will
Yeah I will consider you gone