Junebug - Robert Francis

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

That was love I could not allow

You were beautiful then

You're just a coke jaw now

I remember everything

I remember everything

I remember everything

You were beautiful then

I'm still in too deep