Maybe I'm bipolar

I've been thinking maybe I'm bipolar
but I don't want medication, no tar.
I've done just fine on my own so far
with Jack Daniels, my books and these songs.

My old man says my synicism will fade
when I find a woman who stays.
The doctors have only given him a few more days
to watch me prove him wrong.

G-d told me our images were the same
and that my drinking gave Him a bad name,
but I refused to take responsibility or the blame,
we haven't spoken much since that day.

I love long train rides into new cities
where behind my headphones I swim in self pity
watcing the people so busy
chasing their lives away.

I long for a chat with a close friend,
one of those nights you hope don't end
and you believe your problems can mend
atleast for an hour or two.

I know lust is the great Christian killer
and my G-d she makes me a sinner,
but the sweat makes her skin seem to glimmer,
what do you expect me to do?