Through Being Punk

[Verse 1]
5am in Italy, I embrace the lack of heat
Think of home back in my bed
Sleep so long feel like I'm dead
Like I'm dead

[Pre-Chorus]
Though I kick rocks home
With shoes made of stone
Still I try

[Chorus]
No more cold floors, no more locked doors
No more blankets made of wood boards
No more fever dreams, no more legal speed
At the edge of disappearing
In a puff of smoke in a sinking boat
Could you help please throw me a rope?
By the time I hit 30 this body might be broke
Broke down

[Verse 2]
Shooting pains and foreign roads
Waking up in new times zone
Where'd they go the family picket fences tire swings
The grass is always green

[Pre-Chorus]
Though I kick rocks home
With shoes made of stone
Still I try

[Chorus]
No more cold floors, no more locked doors
No more blankets made of wood boards
No more fever dreams, no more legal speed
At the edge of disappearing
In a puff of smoke in a sinking boat
Could you help please throw me a rope?
By the time I hit 30 this body might be broke
(Broke down)

[Bridge]
I want warmth I want health
Quit killing time by killing myself
I want strength I want ease
A better reason for a better me

[Chorus]
No more cold floors, no more locked doors
No more blankets made of wood boards
No more fever dreams, no more legal speed
At the edge of disappearing
In a puff of smoke in a sinking boat
Could you help please throw me a rope?
By the time I hit 30 this body might be broke

[Outro]
Broke down (I might be)
Broke down (I might be)
Broke down (I might be)
Broke down (I might be)
Broke down