Deerhunter Punk
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
