Something About Poststructuralism...

I'd like at this point to shout and scream, "Let's go!"
But I'm aware the phrase has certain connotations
I'd like to rhyme with the last line but, alas, I know
It's overdone because so many words end with "ation"

I still manage to listen to and enjoy bands like NOFX
Rancid, Bad Religion and occasionally even Anti-Flag
Despite Minor Threat's stance against beer, drugs and sex
And the way they all make the guys from Propagandhi gag

I could over-intellectualize and dismiss the critics with a
Scoff and mention something about post-structuralism
To justify my taste for middle-of-the-road punk rock, but hey
It wouldn't make up for my marked lack of past & present activism

And while we're at it I sometimes even listen to Alkaline Trio
I don't hate post-Danzig Misfits and I enjoy a little Thrice
I don't think about factory farms at every fucking meal
Is my hardcore punk status walking on dangerously thin ice?

And while this isn't an update on Real World by Hüsker Dü
I still feel a sizable twinge of shame every time I listen to,
Say, American Idiot, or maybe, I don't know, Indestructible;
Every time I pass a homeless kid, or a squeegee punk girl.

I long to buy my clothes second-hand, replace my Nikes with
Unswooshers, go straight to vegan and start to fucking live—
Dance whenever the fuck I feel like it, stop being so self-conscious
Take action when people smoking starts to make me feel nauseous

I yearn to engage in discussions with total fucking strangers.
I guess the sum of this song is to talk about the dangers
Of being a punk rocker: Instead of just saying, "Fucking screw it!"
I'd rather smile wryly, nod and say, "The music made me do it."

you say it's a truce...

here i am drowning in nothingness
look into your eyes but i can see that you're bluffing this
asking for a breather, pleading for respite
hoping you'll be gentle but i see that you're rough at this

you say it's a truce
but i know it's just a ceasefire
you say it's the truth
but i know you've always been a liar

odd how the best things are also the worst
odd how the one that remains was also one of the first
odd how your smile cuts me up inside
i'm bleeding, yes, but not to satisfy your thirst

you say it's a truce
but i know it's just a ceasefire
you say it's the truth
but i know you've always been a liar