music and words: Osebold
Listen to a snippet of Gone:
There isn't a sound
The beds are made
Morning gives way to afternoon shade
Dishes unused
Upstairs corner room bare
You're searching for a sign that I was there
You love me only when I'm gone
It's getting late
And, sluringly sincere
Your drink is whispering proposals in my ear
I'm seeing double
And both of you have asked me to stay
My face in your neck, your head is miles away
You love me only when you're drunk
When you're gone