Текст: Michelle Featherstone. Other. Coffee & Cigarettes.

I gave up coffee and cigarettes
I hate to say it hasn?t helped me yet
I thought my problems would just dissipate
And all my pain would be in yesterday

I poured my booze all down the kitchen drain
And watched my bad habits get flushed away
I thought that that would keep my head on straight
And all my pain would be in yesterday

But it?s true
I?m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you

I thought that if I didn?t go and play
The sadness would get bored and go away
I thought that if I didn?t go astray
That all my pain would be in yesterday

But it?s true
I?m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you

I sold my guitar and my piano
I thought that it was these that kept me low
I thought if only I could try and change
That all my pain would be in yesterday

But it?s true
I?m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you

I must quit, I must quit, you

(Merci a Angelique pour cettes paroles)