Well I hate to have to tell you this

But there were pigeons in the attic room

When you left me standing gasping that afternoon

And where the floorboards left their splinters

As you left me so soon 



And me, I'm drunk again

And when I'm drunk I make no sense

But I crack more jokes and that's my self defense

You caused me to think

And I thought about what I had done without you

You drove me to drink

And I never had the courtesy to thank you