Mi obseción.

[ In the midst of this nothing. This miss 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 wondering 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. ]