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