“I am a critic Of my only critical need to define myself With wine, and words, and lovers And friends who don't understand So there, I just said it You know that admitting the problem is the first step Towards repair, We all recover, Say the friends turned to wine-drunk lovers Smile, tell me I'm alright With a goodbye You are so misleading A kiss or a gun fight High-noon or midnight Darling, I don't want to know If I'm just a short sight on a cold night The canals are freezing So tell me I'm alright with a goodbye”
