I walk slowly to the store You dont live here anymore You used to live round the corner (Cigarettes and alcohol)
Last week, I turned twenty-four You dont call me anymore We used to speak every morning (I was sleeping on the floor)
I still get the mail for you I leave it at the door Every letter seems a warning Pay your rego by the fourth Monday morning laundry Or coffee on the garden wall Youre good 'cause youre never boring You should probably call me more