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 wondering 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.
Spring Awakening, “My Junk”