you pray for peace —

i moan for war

your god says stop —

i scream more.

you want a kiss.

i want a riot.

wanna apocalypse?

don’t stay quiet.

come on —

say it loud,

say it with your chest,

before i spiral

into panic

Like I do best

handcuffs in heaven,

spit on my face —

it's just foreplay,

and i like the taste.

The red light in your eyes

isn't salvation --

It's just the police

we don’t kiss — we bruise.

latex, leather — nothing to lose.

punk’s dead, it’s just aesthetic.

roses in coffins — but we still slept in it.

swore it meant something,

swore it meant something

(but we were just fighting)

The weight of our boredom

your dad’s a fascist,

your mom’s on meds.

and you’re still sexting

the walking dead.

you post your rage

like a trendy disease —

and beg for touch

down on your knees.

but i’m so bored

it actually hurts.

you call it pain —

i call it sport.

you beg for mercy —

i kiss your throat.

say i’m not cruel

as you start to choke.

we don’t kiss — we bruise.

latex, leather — nothing to lose.

punk’s dead, it’s just aesthetic.

roses in coffins — but we still slept in it.

swore it meant something,

swore it meant something

(but we were just fighting)

The weight of our boredom

killed the movement

just to wear the jacket

punk’s not a genre

it’s a threat

until it’s middle-aged

then it’s your parents

playing the clash

On the cul-de-sac

this isn’t protest —

it’s foreplay

this isn’t punk —

it’s a kink

riot in my mouth —

let me lick the pink

call me a poser —

I look good in leather

dead on the inside,

but we're dying together

we don’t kiss — we bruise.

latex, leather — nothing to lose.

punk’s dead, it’s just aesthetic.

roses in coffins — but we still slept in it.

swore it meant something,

swore it meant something

(but we were just fighting)

The weight of our boredom

maybe i’m just a bad person

with a good playlist

and bad intentions

maybe i’m just a bad person

with a good playlist

and bad intentions