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You and MeMe...My heart was shattered into piecesspread all over the floorbroken red shards of glassAnd I was at the bottomgiving up on people, humanity, lifemyselfI was without a friendor jobor homeSurviving on dimes I found in parking lotsliving out of my carAnd you...You came along with a broom and some super glueand swept up the shattered glass and gluedthe pieces of my heart back togetherYou picked me up off my feetheld me in your armssaw through the frown on my face and the tears in my eyes(which you promptly kissed away)You didn't support me like I expectedbut rather picked me up and made me stand on my own feetyou said you'd be behind me if I should stumbleBut I'm doing it on my ownWith three words you built my confidence, made me smilepushed the hair out of my eyesWith a single kiss you through a rope ladder into the hole I had dugAnd gave me back my faith in humanityand of course in myselfAnd I ...I love you for it.Because of your love I am strongerbette
Punk RockerI see you at shows, slamming into the crowd,Your blue mohawk, oddly in place amongst your friends.Your ripped jeans and tattered Vans are more than just a fashion.To you it's life.The feeling you get when you don your studded jacket and mosh to the sounds of Anti-Flag get you high. (Higher than the dope you shoot into you arm)You live your life as if it were a scene from SLC Punk,Or a Ramones lyric.Can Jello Biafra do any wrong?You try to fight the system, to fuck the man.You'd rather die than bray along with the rest of the sheep.And still, in your own irony you bray with your own.Eventually you will cut your hair, trade your jeans for a suit...And let your ideals and that wonderful feeling fadeInto nothing but a yellowed photograph of what you used to be.An anarchist evolved (or maybe devolved)into a a quiet conservative businessmanAnd you'll tell your children to avoid the kids with the blue mohawks and the ripped jeans
A home without a homeAgree(ment) with the pouring rain:It comes often, strolls past, and (I) will stand,under bridges, face up.Until my shirt sucks against my skinand my pants slink low.It will all flow away