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