You know, I actually talk up punk on the show for a reason besides my own lifelong interest. I think it can be a tool.

Hear me out.

It’s not a coincidence that so many punks are CPTSD roadies. Punk is full of connective lyrics about hard times. It features a mix of had aggression and softer sentiments that require a little emotional depth. It seems dark and hard, but when you listen closer, it’s actually often uplifting.

And, for me, the pissy punk attitude is extremely empowering. Especially when you need to wholly give zero fucks – about other peoples’ opinions, about some dumb job, and about this stupid life spent on a giant rock that will inevitably end the same as all the rest.

Need help caring less? Turn to punk and blast that shit. Punk don’t worry about anything besides taking care of each other, societal inequality, and substance abuse.

Ha. Same here.

Check out my favorite band right now, Days n Daze. All of their lyrics are trauma driven, SPOT-ON and ABUNDANTLY entertaining. But this tune is slaying my life right now.

WHAT THE FUCK?!
Does it matter if I live or die once I’m dead the sky will
STILL BE BLUE
Cause I’m no catalyst for change just another breathing thing
Takin up a bit o room

Everything’s so fucked its comical
Waking ups a drag
And the worst parts that i know this isn’t even close
To how devastatingly bad everything is gonna get
Life’s a joke I’m anticipating the punchline
I’m drunk so I’m just fine but soon ill be sober and broke
Down and out for the Nth time and all aloooooone

And I welcome writers block with wide open arms
Because if I’m not writing I’m happy
Writing is just an escape from the day to day tragedy
I find surrounds me

So WHAT THE FUCK?!
Would it matter if we just quit breathing our hearts could cease beating
And WHO’D THINK TWICE?!
Life’s a gamble and tomorrows never promised
So fuck it i say lets roll the dice

Everything’s so fucked its comical waking ups a drag
And the worst parts that i know this isn’t even close
To how devastatingly sad everything is gonna get

Well I’m payin outta pocket for wholesale failure (he said it!! He said the title!!)
And every little victory feels so underwhelming
When all that I can think about is how the story ends
And all the lessons that I’ve yet to learn
There’s the future the past and we’re stuck in between
In the only place that I feel comfortable if I could freeze
Every second hand bet
That I would before everything goes to hell in a handbag
But time will keep on tickin
And the earth wont soon quit spinnin
Despite what we want who we are what we fear
What we feel someday we all must die
Take one more breath and say goodbye

So WHY THE FUCK?!
Do we obsess over success and failure
As long as were breathing were all alright
So here’s to conceding I’m aware now I’m part of the plight

Everything’s so fucked its comical waking ups a drag
But the best parts that right now were still alive
We can restart we can dive into the lives we want
And make the best of the time that we’ve got left!!