Misc Soundtrack - Spring awakening - my junk

In the ^Gmidst of this nothing. This mess of a life. Still t^Chere's this one thing: just to see you go by. It's al^Fmost like lovin'. Sad as that is. May ^Cnot be cool, but it's ^Fso where I live.

It's ^Glike I'm your lover or more like your ghost. I ^Cspend the day wondering what you do, where you go. I ^Ftry and just kick it but then what can I do? We've ^Call got our junk, and ^Fmy junk is you.

See us, ^Dwinter walking after a storm. It's chi^Amll in the wind but it's warm in your arms. The stop^F all snow blind, ^Emmay not be true. ^C We've ^G/Ball got our junk, and ^Ammy junk is you.

Well, you’ll ^Ghave to excuse me, I know it’s so off. I ^Clove when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong. I go ^Fup to my room, turn the stereo on… ^CShoot up some you, in the ^Fyou is some song.

I ^Glie back just driftin' and play out these scenes I ^Cride on the rush of all the hopes, all the dreams. I ^FMay be neglecting the things I should do. But ^Cwe've all got our junk, and my j^Funk is you.

See we s^Dtill keep talking after you're gone. You're s^Amtill with me then, feels so good in your arms. They say^F you go blind, ^Emmaybe it's true. ^C We've ^G/Ball got our junk, and ^Ammy junk is you.

It's li^Fke we stop time. W^Emhat can I do? ^C We've ^G/Ball got our junk, and ^Ammy junk is you. ^AmMy junk is you. Y^Fou. Y^Fou. Y^Fou.