User:Punky McPunkersen

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So if it's all the same, then I'll pass out tonight still hating punk rock, but in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on. There's whiskey in my bottle, and you know there's enough for you. I'll join you in the graveyard digging if there's room enough for two. Where there's no risk of death, life is just the logstics of breath.

Tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch, with every friend who ever meant anything on the opposite side of the country. But I still wouldn't trade anything for the nights when the rain promised us at 2 a.m that it's a burned out, industrial shell of a town that we never could try again.

And I'll keep walking, and running, and drinking toward the day that I can see suicide as a tragedy.