Junkyard Julie
I've got a key with a lock that doesn't match
I've got holes in my jeans that need to be patched
Oh I've got such a troubled mind
I know there's so many things you could help me find
But I can't stop thinking of you all the time
I've got a fever that just won't break
I'm at a parking meter, but I don't got any change
It seems so much is going wrong these days
I pray to God it's just a passing phase
I'm sure it wouldn't be like this if you would have only stayed
Seems like everything keeps making
my mind bring me right on back to you
If you only knew
Well I got a frame on my mantle
With no photo inside
I got a horse in a stable
That I don't know how to ride
Oh I've got so many thoughts inside of my head
Mostly of you laying in my bed
Without you with me, girl
I feel like I'm already dead
Alright
Hey hey hey
I've got a fan, but it ain't cold enough
I was dealt a bad hand, but I don't know how to bluff
I had a church picked out and everything
I had a payment down on a diamond ring
But since you left, I guess none of this really means anything
Junkyard Julie
I've got holes in my jeans that need to be patched
Oh I've got such a troubled mind
I know there's so many things you could help me find
But I can't stop thinking of you all the time
I've got a fever that just won't break
I'm at a parking meter, but I don't got any change
It seems so much is going wrong these days
I pray to God it's just a passing phase
I'm sure it wouldn't be like this if you would have only stayed
Seems like everything keeps making
my mind bring me right on back to you
If you only knew
Well I got a frame on my mantle
With no photo inside
I got a horse in a stable
That I don't know how to ride
Oh I've got so many thoughts inside of my head
Mostly of you laying in my bed
Without you with me, girl
I feel like I'm already dead
Alright
Hey hey hey
I've got a fan, but it ain't cold enough
I was dealt a bad hand, but I don't know how to bluff
I had a church picked out and everything
I had a payment down on a diamond ring
But since you left, I guess none of this really means anything
Junkyard Julie
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Writer(s): Erick Dash Jordan, Mackenzie Raymond Vernacchio
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