My Junk

In the midst of this nothing, this mess 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 wonderin' 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 walkin' 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, and the "you" is some song

(I lie back) I lie back, just driftin' (Driftin')

And play out these scenes (These scenes)

I ride on the rush (The rush)

All the hopes, all the dreams (The dreams...)

I may be neglectin' the things I should do

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...

Oh, 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

You, you, you