And I remember the sweetest of things.
Those sounds and those words that age has watered down.
Such a god damned shame.
Hot Water Music.
The winter of my sixteenth birthday
I got my first taste of blood.
That was the first time that I ever considered suicide.
I used stolen money from the laundromat to buy records
then convinced myself that punk rock could save me.
that's why I'm still here.
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