My Junk

In this midst of this nothing, this miss of a life

Still there's this wanting just to see you go by

It's almost like loving, 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 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 lines, may not be true

We've all got our junk and my junk is you

Well, you 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, and the you is some song

I lie back, just drifting, and play out these scenes

(I lie back, drifting, these scenes)

I ride on the rush, all the hopes, all the dreams

(The rush, the dreams)

I may be neglecting the things I should do

(We've all got our junk)

We've all got our junk and my junk is you

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

See, we still keep talking after you're gone (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 (Got our junk, got our junk)

But we've all got our junk and my junk is you (My junk is you)

Whoa, it's like we've stopped time, what can I do?

(Got my junk)

But we've all got our junk and my junk is you

My junk is you

You, you, you