Scott Lavene - Julie Johnson

We kept the local pub in business with our drinking at all hours and I always picked her flowers from the park around the corner. With her eyes like an ocean and a thirst for wicked potions, she was the queen of commotion, we were experts in devotion. Julie Johnson.
We lay around in the mornings, the light crept through the windows, our legs entwined like spiders, she said, “I think I’d like to kill you.” We sold her car for cash and rode my motorbike to Paris at 100mph with her arms tight round my stomach.
Julie Johnson.
I wrote love notes on the beer mats while she was getting rounds in, we drunk the bar from a to z, I was into her she was into me. We were skipping over midnight and hanging from the streetlamps, I took a beating from a soldier.
I enjoyed it more than him.
Julie Johnson.
She left me for a man, who had a house in Barcelona,
She said, “maybe one day I’ll phone ya, we can waltz the halls of London.”
Love that good can’t last forever, and though my heart was struck with needles,
It was a good year for the moon and I kept rising just like bubbles.
Julie Johnson.

Written by:
Benjamin Woods, Scott Lavene

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