PuNk RoCk LoVe
its about fucking behind the dumpster down the street from the show.. fucking in the shower at the hotel carlton.. making out in the recycle bin.. looking at his tattoos and playing with his piercings while hes asleep.. taking showers together.. playing checkers with cigarette butts.. watching his band play.. getting stoned together and then going back to your place and cooking up a feast.. knowing the same parts of the same songs.. both of you having the same ex-girlfriend..
punk rock love is him having to tie your shoes for you cuz your too drunk.. kissing under the overpass.. you sending you him your whole diary to read.. him giving you ten rolls of duct tape for your birthday.. him picking on emo kids.. going to the prom on his motorcycle and checking in the helmets at the coat check.. him getting astonished stares from all the jocks who thought he was gay, now they feel dumb cuz hes with a punk rock bombshell and they are with their friends little sister..
punk rock love is meeting him outside the bar and saying “come home with me or im gonna kick your fuckin ass†him going home with you and you almost kick his ass anyway.. riding double on a bike.. being loud and not caring.. sneaky eyes and sleeveless t-shirts.. the sun coming up and you realizing that theres other people on the beach.. a good sleazy one week stand and still being friends afterwards, most of the time..
punk rock love is you sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet him in the park.. him running his fingers over your spikey hair.. you chewing on a flower and him having to call poison control when your tongue swells up.. bringing him to the laundromat for a date.. sharing a sleeping bag and waking up freezing in the middle of the night and you, bleary eyed, trying to heat it up with a blow-dryer.. social unrest playing "ever fallen in love?" at the gig your both at the night after he dumps you, hard.. him starting smoking again after that night..
punk rock love is you drawing on him.. you sleeping on his back.. you being mad at him for being such a jerk.. him thinking its cool that you stink and your hair stands up by itself.. you having weird friends who worship eggs.. you waiting in the doorway for hours hoping he might pass by, even in the snow.. him singing along with rancid on his ride home.. your picture on the front page of the morning paper, getting arrested.. you borrowing his favorite black hat and never giving it back..
punk rock love is finding a guy who drinks as much as you do.. him going into the cafe where you work and you look up and smile and dont notice as you tip over a pile of 50 dishes, they hit the floor 1 by 1 and when its done everyone in the cafe claps as you both turn beet red..
punk rock love is both of you doing fanzines.. years later you teaching english, him still doing fanzines.. you wearing glasses through your eyes are fine, using crutches though your legs are fine, and talking with a fake speech impediment.. him just thinking its rad girl style, until later when someone brings up the concept of self-imposed handicaps..
punk rock love is having your first kiss together and losing your virginity at the same time, meanwhile your trying not to wake up the other person sleeping in the same room.. groping in the bushes by the freeway and later you realize that all the passing cars could see you.. exploring the wasteland together.. holding hands out on the fire escape.. lying in the grass in his backyard.. lying on the astroturf in your bedroom.. drinking tequila on his porch, on your birthday.. riding in his car early in the cold morning and your holding his hand tight as steam is rising off of the river and you thinking "maybe he is even better than the ramones"
punk rock love is you both being broke.. love letters.. him finding out you sang "stay free" at your high school talent show.. him finding out your a little crazier than he thought when he finally gets you drunk and in bed.. his ex-girlfriend getting mad.. walking around with him and his little brother and everyone giving you dirty looks cuz they think hes your kid.. walking around with him and being happy and proud.. being sad together.. being sad by yourself.. MISSING HIM..