C
In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life.
Am
Still there's this wanting to see you go by.
F
It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is.
C F
May not be cool, but it's so where I live.
C
It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost.
Am
I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.
F
I try and just kick it but what can I do.
C F
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
G
See us, winter walking after a storm.
Am
It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms.
F C G
The stop all snow line, may not be true.
C F C
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
C
Well, you'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off.
Am
I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong.
F
I go up to my room, turn the stereo on;
C F
Shoot up some you, and the you is some song.
C
I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenes
Am
I ride on the rush of all the hopes and the dreams.
F
I May be neglecting the things I should do.
C F
But we've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
G
See we still keep talkin' after you're gone.
Am
You still with me then feels so good in my arms.
F C G
They say you go blind, maybe it's true.
C F C
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
F C G
It's like we stop time. What can I do?
C F C
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
F C
My junk is you.
F F F
You. You. You.