She’s Got A Problem – Marianne Faithfull

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