Sunday, August 23, 2009

Gone, Gone, Gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part

- John Mayer

5 comments:

Nadine said...

I like all of the poetry in your blog. Did you write some of them? If so you are very talented. Hope that you don't mind my posting.

Jarrod Homer said...

Thanks. I do believe that this is actually the only post that I haven't actually wrote myself.

Nadine said...

Oh wow. That is amazing. I would love to beable to write as well as you do.

Jarrod Homer said...

Ah, you're to kind. It's nothing special.

Nadine said...

Lol well I think it is.