Blowing Smoke

It sounds like a review of old feelings with a touch of sarcastic self-irony - as if someone finally threw someone else's shirts out of the closet and whistled loudly while doing so. This isn't about pain, but about clarity: when you know everything about a person, including their favorite position on the couch and their weakness for dramatic phrases, and you no longer tremble from this knowledge. Love is in the past, but the observations remain - sharp, apt, with that very feminine insight that makes you want to laugh and give a standing ovation.

The song is like one of those you listen to while cleaning your apartment after a breakup: dust flies, windows are wide open, lips sing along to every line. And somewhere between the sting of hurt and the feeling of relief, it suddenly becomes funny - because all of this is already a movie, not life.