For a month I was punk
I remembered all my junk
In the daze, in the daze
I would win my empty days

But I'm weak, I was weak
I was humbled in my knees
Picked to fly, make it stop
Help me find some release

For a year I was clear
I had conquered all my fears
Not alone anymore
But I found it such a bore

For a month I was punk
For a month I had no luck
For a drunk I was young
For a joy ride to the

For a move I was true
I remembered all my junk
Younger days in a daze
I will speak my useless days

You are weak, I was weak
I was down on my knees
Picked to fly, make it stop
Help me find some relief

For a month I was punk