Junk Mail
Mike Batt
When 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 time I'll never regret 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 time I'll never regret 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 time I'll never regret the junk mail still comes for you and reminds me of a life I need to forget |