In the end will it matter that you've gone ?

In the end will i go on minding that you've gone ?

Will the night always seem so long,

Is it really darkest before dawn ?

Will i see whiskey as a mother in the end ?



In the end will i smash my brains with drinking

Till i fall down on the floor,

Will i hiccup and jabber,

Saying things i never meant ?

Will i kiss and cry and wake to find

A sordid stranger by my bed ?

Will the world shake its sensible head

And say the words that have to be said:

"she's got a problem."



Every problem has a solution in the end

And solutions must be final

For help gets so unhelpful near the end.



When i take my last ride

Down the big dipper slide,

Will i care, will it matter

If the world should say:

"she had a problem."



She had a problem.

She had a problem.



In the end will it matter that you've gone ?

In the end will i go on minding that you've gone ?

Will the night always seem so long,

Is it really darkest before dawn ?

Will i see whiskey as a mother

In the end ?


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