She's Got 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 ?
	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 ?