Feel the way I feelnA taste of what?s realnYou?d wish you could fly awaynIt always seems to easenThe sweet ol? kiss of nicotinenSunday I?ll quit smokingnAnother promise up high on my listnOf promises never keptnAs I walk along this cold, wet streetnHoping to cross Mr. Right,nSome stupid weirdonCracks my silence, barking at men?Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride?!?nAnother shitty day, but I let it slidenFor a moment it made me stopnnThinking of itnStop thinking of itnnI got back home and screamednBut I don?t think it was loud enoughnTo bury that sadnessn?Cause it really doesn?t seem to become weakernNow where?s my pridenAs I search for penniesnI leave a note on the tablenThat no one?s gonna read,n?Just gone drinking?nWhere am I? What?s that place?nHow did I get there?nExcuse me sir, but what?s your name?nA few more reasons to blame myselfnAs if I haven?t got it all figured outnI?m so sorry, but not that sorryn?Cause for a moment it just made me stopnnThinking of itnStop thinking of itnnYeah, I got your letternBut I threw it outnWould I have felt betternReading 2 pages full of shit about how I?m a bitch?nMaybe it would have made me strongernBut right now I need to sleepnAnd then I swear to you that I?ll be alrightnBut give upnHang up that stupid phonenAnd please help me stopnnThinking of itnStop thinking of it