Lyrics:

I walk slowly to the store
You dont live here anymore
You used to live round the corner
(Cigarettes and alcohol)

Last week, I turned twenty-four
You dont 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
Youre good 'cause youre never boring
You should probably call me more