Tear it up and start again
Old punks never die, they just grow up and get mortgages
Well, some of them did die, of course, but that’s when they were young
Wreckedly beautiful, their memories preserved in cut-price acid
Old punks pull on their business suits, wondering
Why you can never find a safety pin now when you need it
When did I start wearing belts round my waist not round my ankles?
(maybe that was just me)
Here’s the bit that never changes:
You cherrypick the bits you like and throw away the rest
(They came in handy after all, all those binliners)
6 days ago
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