Junebug, I C#m
The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors, I held A(sus2)
you in my arms.
Junebug, I'd burn down a C#m
picture of a house,
We were kids then. We shoul B(sus2)
dn'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.
d find you laying on their porches, did you need to use the phone ?
And lure you into their rooms, that A(sus2)
was the last I heard of June.