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.
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.
Junebug
