Meine Sucht

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 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 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

See us winter walking after a storm

It's chill in the wind, but it's warm in your arms

We stop, all snow-blind

May not be true

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you

Well, you'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off

I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong

I go up to my room, turn the stereo on

Shoot up some you in the "you" of some song

I lie back, just driftin'

And play out these scenes

I ride on the rush

All the hopes, all the dreams

 

I may be neglectin' the things I should do

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you

 [ALL]

I lie back, driftin'

These scenes

The rush

The dreams...

 

We've all got our junk

Yeah, yeah, yeah

See, we still keep talkin' after you're gone

You're still with me then, feels so good in my arms

They say you go blind

Maybe it's true

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you...

Oh, it's like we stop time

What can I do?

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you

My junk is you

You, you, you