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.