Punk Songs

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.