Punk Songs (Lyrics)

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.