I'll write you a letter, and send it your way, and in that letter I'll ask you to stay, and ask you
"My darling! Baby, why did you leave?," but I know, my darling, you left because of me
I'm sorry - so sorry. You know how I am, but do you still love me more than your new man?
You don't have to answer if you're not saying "Yes" because I just can't handle the truth
Unless you're taking me back again, and telling me, "Boy," that, "I really love you, and I miss Illinois"
I'm sitting alone now, and drinking my gin. I'm bobbing my head, now, and sinking in
I'm shitty and smelly with holes in my clothes, and when I'm not drinking I'm filling my nose
My chances are gone, now, of you ever coming back. You need me, my love, now, like a heart attack
I'm no good for no one. I can barely get by, and, now, I'm so lonely I think I could die
I kicked down the chair, but the rope wasn't tied. Suicide's just like anything, and I can't do it right
I put my head in the stove, but the bill wasn't paid, so I just fell asleep - woke up with lines on my face
I think I'll go down to Vegas for that Fear that I Loathe - Oh wait - I don't even have a car
So, I guess I'll just try my luck on the boat... (East Peoria Paradice)