Then you left, didn't even leave a note
Saved yourself, didn't spare my pain,
Now I know how it feels to hit the wall,
I'll never fall again;
And the junk mail still comes for you,
And reminds me of a life I need to forget.
The junk mail still comes for you,
And reminds me of a life I need to forget.
Gazing down on the busy street below,
From my room where the walls are grey;
Don't know how I will ever get myself
Through another day.
And the junk mail still comes for you,
And reminds me of a life I need to forget.
And the junk mail still comes for you,
And reminds me of a life I need to forget.
I poured some wine,
And I poured a glass for you,
I should know that I just need one.
And last night I lit two cigarettes,
Forgetting that you?d gone.
And the junk mail still comes for you,
And reminds me of a life I need to forget.
And the junk mail still comes for you,
And reminds me of a life I need to forget.
