Dear Molly, my sweetheart
We’re coming undone at the seams
And all the dreams that we shared in the past
They’re not gonna last
They’re already half shattered and torn
Replaced by insufferable hatred and scorn
Well ya should’ve been warned
A long time before you let me through your door
Well from here on I’m not your concern

And you scent still remains in the bed where we lay
Where we promised each other we’d go to our graves
Having never betrayed or upset or dismayed
But ya threw all those promises away

And as soon as your gone, girl
I’m hitting the drink
I’ll get wasted and into my pit I will sink
But rejoice that for once
I’m not draggin’ ya down with me too
‘cause I was doin’ alright ‘til the day I met you
So hold on to your pride
‘cause I’m holding mine too
When I say that we’re neither to blame

And the sweet scent of you in the bed where we lay
Gets replaced by the stench of my drunken, decaying,
Festering, worthless and haggard old frame
And though I’m a fool, I won’t change.

Well ya knew this was comin’ to ya one o’ these days
There’s no hop for a wanker, so set in his ways
Did you really believe
That I’d stick this one out ‘til the end?

Well I’ve never beem more certain, Mol
And never more willing
To spend ev’ry last pissed up nightmare with you
‘cause now that you’re gone, girl
I’m drinkin’ for two
So let these bedsores become my reminder of you
Oh, dear Molly, a reminder we’re through,

And you scent still remains in the bed where we lay
But it will slowly succumb to my own bitterness and rage
As I try to kid myself that I’m better off this way
And though I’m a fool I won’t change
And though I’m a fool I won’t change