Punk rock ruined our lives

Another fucking town and another fucking day.
I just can't believe that this place still looks the same.
We got our whole damn world nailed through our hand.

Each other in a rusted van.
Home is where we play.
Remember when all we dreamed was to be living this.
Remember when we wanted to change their world with our own fists.

And now we're here living it.
Our world is what we make.
We live what we create.

Remember together.
We know that his won't last forever.
I always thought my life would never change again.
But now I know.
I gave up wondering way too long ago.

We took control.
We carved in stone.
This world is what we make.

This song could never justify-whoa whoa-
two million breaths to realize
where we would end up tonight.
Mods and rockers.
Late Wednesday night.
The mix tape that I made it ruined my life.
I'm proud it's just us in the end (cause of you i'd probably do it all again).
This is the end.
This is not a cred song.
This is a love song mother fucker.