My Junk

In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life
Still there's this one thing just to see you go by
It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is
May not be cool, but it's so where I live.

It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost
I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go
I try and just kick it but {R: then} what can I do
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

See us, winter walking after a storm
It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms
We stop all snow blind, may not be true
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

Well, you'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off
I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong.

I go up to my room, turn the stereo on
Shoot up some you, in the you of some song.

I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenes
I ride on the rush, all the hopes, all the dreams.

I may be neglecting the things I should do
But we've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

See we still keep talkin' after you're gone
You're still with me then feels so good in my arms
They say you go blind, maybe it's true
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

It's like we stop time. What can I do?
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you
My junk is you
My junk is you
You. You. You.