Canned Tomatoes (Live At Electric Lady Studios)

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