A song about passing the same meagre cash back and forth in the DIY punk scene until we all die
Got you yelling in my headphones
Face to the pavement
And when I'm stumbling back up again
Got your scratched up CDs
On another late drive alone
Speeding down those empty country roads
When I see you again
I'll sing those words right back in your face
When I see you again my friend
The only thing that will change is the ink on your t-shirt
All the rain that fell rusts all the pins on your vest
From all of those bands and every one of those nights
All the black canvas, all the tangling thread
All the time my dental floss rope was near the end
VFW tear off my collar
Outside sacrifice my sleeves for the summer
Mosh pit digits ripped a hole in the chest
And repetitive wear did away with the rest
When I see you again
I'll sing those words right back in your face
When I see you again my friend
The only thing that will change is the ink on your t-shirt
Laundromats, basements
Backyards, punk bars
Trash bonfires
Lit only by the stars
Stopped on street by a dude with a glare
Point to my chest with designs to compare
Stained with the beer that soaked through my jacket
Starring down my mirrored Mischief Brew sunglasses
I got no keys, got no phone
Walking back all alone
There's nothing else, that I can do
Sing those songs right back to you
And all of the time that you cant quantify
When your day to day dreams get pushed to the side
Commuter muses ruminating like tea
When your cup boils over I'm in the front row to see
Screams and chords and mics unite
Like ringing in my ears at night
Labour pains that will define our meaningless
Little lives