Punk

For a month I was punk
I remembered all my drunk
Younger days in a daze
I would spend my empty daysFor a week I was weak
I was humbled on my knees
Pray to God: "Make it stop
Help me find some relief"For a year I was queer
I had conquered all my fears
Not alone anymore
But I found it such a boreFor a month I was punk
For a month I had no luck
For a drunk I was young
For a kid right to theFor a month I was punk
I remembered all my junk
Younger days in a daze
I would spend my useless daysFor a week I was weak
I was down on my knees
Pray to God: "Make it stop
Help me find some relief"For a month I was punk
For a month I was