Not the End of My Punk Friend,

He's the reject guy with the funny hair,
likes to draw attention and make people stare.
Cruising around in his banged up car,
around the block, pretending to drive far.

The one with the ring in his lip,
trying to give me the slip.
I used to think he was the ultimate loser,
prancing around like a stupid poser.

Recently finding myself wanting him more,
but wondering whether I've already closed that door.

I want to wear my jeans like him,
want to fuss up my hair,
not give a shit what i wear,
wanting to tattoo my hip,
maybe pierce my lip.
Maybe then i can rock his guitar,
i just want to be his star.
Maybe I'll dye my hair night black,
i just really want him back.

Where has my punk friend gone?
Just want have i done wrong?
I'll sit and sing our little song,
for i know my punk friend wont be long...

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