Junk Mail 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 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.