now i know how it feels to hit the wall
and the junk mail still comes for you
and reminds me of a time i'll never regret
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
and the junk mail still comes for you
and reminds me of a time i'll never regret
the junk mail still comes for you
and reminds me of a life i need to forget
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 time i'll never regret
the junk mail still comes for you
and reminds me of a life i need to forget