Junebug, I remember everything

The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors

I held you in my arms

Junebug, I’d burn down a picture of a house

Say it was ours, when we didn’t need it anymore

And that was when I loved you best

We were kids then

We shouldn’t think about the rest

You’d put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast

The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost

You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give

I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived

And soon they’d find you laying there on several different homes

They’d find you laying on their porches, did you need to use the phone?

And lure you into their rooms

That was the last I heard of June

And that was love I could not allow

You were beautiful then

You’re just a coke jaw now

I remember everything (x3)

You were beautiful then

I’m still in too deep