Well I hate to have to tell you this

But there are pigeons in the attic room

Where you left me spent and gasping that afternoon

Ans where the floorboards left their splinters

And you left me so soon



Pardon me, I'm drunk again

And when I'm drunk I make no sense

But I crack more jokes and that's my self-defence

You caused me to think

And I thought about what I had home without you

You drove me to drink

And I never had the courtesy to thank you