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