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 loving, sad
as that is, may not be cool but its, oh, where I live. Its 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
<3