Robert Francis - Junebug

^EJunebug, I r^C#memember everything. ^Bsus2The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors, I h^Asus2eld you in my arms. ^EJunebug, I'd burn down a ^C#mpicture of a house, ^Bsus2say it was ours, w^Asus2hen we didn't need it anymore. ^Asus2And that was when I loved you^Bsus2 best. ^Asus2We were kids then. We shoul^Bsus2dn't think about the rest.

^EYou'd put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast. ^C#mThe way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost. ^Bsus2You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give. ^Asus2I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived. ^EAnd soon they'd find you laying there on several different homes. T^C#mhey'd find you laying on their porches, did you need to use the phone? ^Bsus2And lure you into their rooms, that^Asus2 was the last I heard of June. ^Asus2That was love I could n^Bsus2ot allow. ^Asus2You were beautiful then, you're just a^Bsus2 coke jaw now.

^EI remember every^Asus2thing. ^{C#m Bsus2 Asus2} That was love I could not ^Bsus2keep. ^Asus2You were beautiful then. ^Bsus2I’m still in too deep.