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