Do you remember when I broke my arm,
when we were leaving for our first tour,
and I fell down the stairs with my guitar?

We were driving in your van,
with a band full of my best friends,
and we turned on the radio and we sang

Punk songs.

We brought some beer back to your house,
where I fell asleep on your couch,
with your kitten on my chest, purring loud.

You didn't follow me to bed;
you stayed up with your 30-rack,
and I listened from the bedroom as you were trashed
and singing

Punk songs.

And sometimes I wish that I could go back.


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Punk Songs song meanings
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