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 wonderin' what you do, where you go
THEA
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