tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334460.post-1090333681922531432004-07-20T07:08:00.000-07:002004-07-20T12:01:33.373-07:002004-07-20T12:01:33.373-07:00<b>Ben Folds</b>, from the album <b>Rockin' The Suburbs</b> <br /><a href="http://musicstore.real.com/music_store/preview.ram?trackid=6122361"><img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005NZKK.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" height="125" width ="125"> </a> <br />I thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know <br />In the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go <br />And I hope you find some time to drop a note <br />But if you won't, <br />Then you won't <br />And I will consider you gone <br /> <br />I know that you went straight to someone else <br />While I worked through all this sh*t here by myself <br />And I think that you should spend some time alone <br />But if you won't <br />Then you won't <br />And I will consider you gone <br /> <br />I wake up in the night <br />All alone and it's alright <br />The chemicals are wearing off <br />Since you've gone <br /> <br />The days go on, the lights go off and on <br />And nothing really matters when you're gone <br />If you think that you feel nothing at all <br />If you don't (If you don't) <br />Then you don't (No, you won't) <br />If you won't <br />Then you won't <br />And I will <br />Then I will <br />Yeah, and I will consider you gone <br /><b><i>(Folds)</b></i> <br /><i>this is one of those songs, you think, someone might have written specifically for you.</i>David Dewesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01950095432293915662noreply@blogger.com