Last Drop

Now what would you say if you walked in

Saw me sobbing in your armchair, stinking of gin

I would ask you, if you could help

It would be good for me, for you to help my health

If I was peeling off labels with my fingernail

And leaving them lying near the curtain rail

Would you stop my slide, dead in its tracks

Help me get some of my dignity back

That's what happened to me, I'd licked that glass and its poison clean

I was a lonesome hero in a caravan, on my way to ruin with a fading tan

You were what happened to be, the wind to blow those clouds away from me