My Junk

       G
In the midst of this nothing. This mess of a life.
       C
Still there's this one thing: just 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.
     G
It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost.
  C
I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.
  F
I try and just kick it but then what can I do?
      C                     F
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

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

             G
Well, you’ll have to excuse me, I know it’s so off.
  C
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, in the you is some song.
  G
I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenes
  C
I ride on the rush of all the hopes, all 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.

        D
See we still keep talking after you're gone.
        Am
You're still with me then, feels so good in your arms.
        F              Em                C
They say you go blind, maybe it's true.
      G/B                   Am
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

       F                 Em            C
It's like we stop time. What can I do?
      G/B                   Am
We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.
Am
My junk is you.
 F    F    F
You. You. You.

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