Thinking of It - Pascale Picard

Feel the way I feel

A taste of what’s real

You’d wish you could fly away

It always seems to ease

The sweet ol' kiss of nicotine

Sunday I’ll quit smoking

Another promise up high on my list

Of promises never kept

As I walk along this cold, wet street

Hoping to cross Mr. Right

Some stupid weirdo

Cracks my silence, barking at me

«Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride?!»

Another shitty day, but I let it slide

For a moment it made me stop

Thinking of it

Stop thinking of it

I got back home and screamed

But I don’t think it was loud enough

To bury that sadness

'Cause it really doesn’t seem to become weaker

Now where’s my pride

As I search for pennies

I leave a note on the table

That no one’s gonna read

«Just gone drinking»

Where am I?

What’s that place?

How did I get there?

Excuse me sir, but what’s your name?

A few more reasons to blame myself

As if I haven’t got it all figured out

I’m so sorry, but not that sorry

'Cause for a moment it just made me stop

Thinking of it

Stop thinking of it

Yeah, I got your letter

But I threw it out

Would I have felt better

Reading 2 pages full of shit about how I’m a bitch?

Maybe it would have made me stronger

But right now I need to sleep

And then I swear to you that I’ll be alright

But give up

Hang up that stupid phone

And please help me stop

Thinking of it

Stop thinking of it