text: Hey love, thought that I’d just share my day
  It felt a little bit crazy, baby
  I cleaned the closet so I’m out of your way
  Guess you can have your space
  Well, I thought that I should write a letter
  Then I thought this would be better, don’t yell
  There’s a million ways that I could tell you
  But I think I’d rather show you it’s over
  And I won’t be back no more
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
  Now youre the one to blame
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Oh love, your dinner’s waiting down the street
  And you can have it your way
  So love, the mess you made is yours to clean
  So don’t be looking at me
  See, I don’t mean to disrespect you
  But I think you could’ve done me better, don’t you?
  You fool
  There’s a million ways that I could tell you
  But I think I’d rather show you it’s over
  And I won’t be back no more
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
  Now youre the one to blame
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Where you going? What you doing?
  Oh, you must be at the point
  Where you cant take this no more
  So you grabbing your stuff, walking out the door
  Moving so fast, forgot what we was even arguing for
  Man, I know you like the back of my hand
  You like to break up then make up
  Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
  When I put it down, mess up your makeup
  Everything provided when you rolling with a rider
  You been in Hollywood so long
  Your ass starting to act Hollywood
  Talking bout you go leave, probably should
  I aint trippin, just a bunch of extra shit
  I aint missing, my sister tried to tell me bout you
  I aint listen, now we going down this road
  Hit the smoke, said bro, Ive been here before
  And you know Kelly never lied
  So you can get your stuff and get to going
  Ill get back to getting high
  There’s a million ways that I could tell you
  But I think I’d rather show you it’s over 
  And I won’t be back no more 
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Gave you my heart, it slipped through your fingers
  Now youre the one to blame
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Sing
  Dont it always seem to go
  That you dont know what youve...
  One more time
  That you dont know what youve got til its gone
  Good try
  Slip through your fingers now youre the one done changed...
  Oh, my, shut the fuck up