My Junk

[Anna:] In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life. Still there's this wanting to see you go by. [Martha: It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is. [Thea:] May not be cool, but it's so where I live. [Wendla:] It's like i'm your lover or more like your ghost. I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go. [Thea:] I try and just kick it but what can I do. We've all got our junk, and my junk is you! [All girls:] See us, winter walking after a storm. It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms. The stop all snow line, may not be true. We've all got our junk, and my junk is you!