I walk slowly to the store
You don't live here anymore
You used to live round the corner
(cigarettes and alcohol)
Last week I turned twenty four
You don't 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
You're good cos you're never boring
You should probably call me more.
Oooooh (a lot)