Junk Mail

From the single 'If You Were A Sailboat'



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.