I need punk rock.
More than a Juliet.
A Juliet will tease you, get under your skin and cause you to crawl.
A Juliet will want to understand what you are.
A Juliet will ask where you are and want to know if you’re alright.
A Juliet will cause you to stumble and think about it all night.
She may pretend not to notice, she may think it’s cute.
But she still notices.

I need punk rock.
Punk rock will let you wear it on your skin and the world will see its mark on you.
Punk rock will never change because it is the wrinkles in your brain,
The stones that don’t turn sour, and the chords in your veins
Punk rock will scream out when you are feeling the most you.
Punk rock doesn’t care about you and it’s best that way.
Punk rock will live on and it will be the same now and yesterday.
I need punk rock,
More than a Juliet.

Discordant notes hit my ears
as I place headphones over them
Punk rock is as good as it gets
When you’re angry
as a rabid bear who hasn’t eaten
in about three months
and it’s been about three weeks
since you left me
and I want to be angry
but I love you too much
to say I hate you
when I know that you’re just
Discordant notes that hit my ears
as I place headphones over them
‘cause punk rock
is as good as it gets
When you can’t be angry
at someone you once loved