Tragicomic Charlie

Somewhere in the shadows baby
I sit and count my curses
I finger the coins I've stolen
From old ladies purses
I'm in such a sad state baby
Because your love escaped me
I've not been laid ever since you left me
I've had to fist the mister lately

I'm a tragicomic charlie
She left at ninety on my Harley
Never stopped to look back
My Harley she hi-jacked

The bottles you threw at me
Are still in pieces on my floor
Your broke my nose with a cricket bat
But it's my heart that's really sore
I know that drunkenness
Seems like an excuse
Please won't you come back babe
I'm tired of self abuse

Oh babe since you left me
I've had a mental age of three
I drink too much and piss the bed
I'm so sad and solitary
What seems like a mortuary
Used to be our love shack
Babe I want your sweet love
And my fucking Harley back