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 it’s 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 ?