Everything Makes Sense

These cigarettes will kill me, I know.
But these days are kind of long
Without some smoke to blow.
You said, «lean on me I’m strong enough for two.
As long as you can carry three
Because I’ll climb right back on to you.»
But now it’s okay, yeah, everything makes sense.
I guess I’ve known it all along.
These old thoughts of mine are enough to do me in.
So I’ll just keep on patching walls
Over and over again.
You said, «lean on me I’m strong enough for two.
But if your knees should buckle once
We’ll tumble right back on to you.»
I’ve got your number.