He walks home alone and thinks about how his whole life has gone
He's fucked it up again
It's all his fault
He knows that he has to tell
She probably knows, he might as well
It's all the same it probably saves him pain
First he cracks and then he splits
He's stressed so now he can't resist
The cigarettes he promised her he'd quit
He found the answers to the questions
She don't ask they're bottled up inside his flask
So he empties it again
Smiles and waves she shoots a grin
She knows she's too mature for him
A simple shame she tames with sips of gin
First he cracks and then he splits
His fingers smell of cigarettes
They're black with ash so he washes off his hands
She stays quiet, he don't think
And pours himself another drink
It's stronger than he'll ever be for her
First he cracks and then he splits
His fingers smell of cigarettes
They're black with ash so he washes off his hands
She stays quiet, he don't think
And pours himself another drink
It's stronger than he'll ever be for her