Lyrics

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 'cause you're never boring You should probably call me more