Dear Mom

Dear mom, it's not a phase
I've been dressing the same way every day
Since the 5th grade
And I still listen to all of the same punk rock bands
That I did back then
Dear mom, I even started my own punk rock band
We spend the summers travelling
I think we're doing okay
We got 20 likes just yesterday on our Facebook page
Dear dad, quit telling me to act my age
To get a job and a house and a 401-k
My band is doing great, we made 20 bucks
Just yesterday on our Bandcamp Page

On days when wake up like this, reliving every moment
Of every wrong thing that I ever did
I tell myself don't worry bout the little things
Cause little stuff is all it is and everythings impermanent

Dear dad, I know that she looked just like me
And I've always been so wild and free and fun
That's why I am your favorite
Even though I've always been a screw up
Dear sister, I wish you didn't work so much
I guess that's how you deal with stuff
We've both been through a lot
Thanks for always being there for me every time i screw up
Dear world, I don't wanna die young
I just wanna have fun I think that if all of us
Could stop arguing about politics and little things
We'd solve all of our Problems

So I will write a song to sing
For all the art school dropout kids whose dreams
Were bigger than their pockets
And it will go like this, don't worry bout the little things
Cause little stuff is all it is I promise, nobody is perfect

Dear boyfriend, you asked me how I got so great
And I told you that I stopped being afraid
I wish you'd stop being so afraid
Dear stranger, you asked if I could spare some change
You didn't look so great, you had death in your face
Please forgive me for looking the other way
Dear father, just tell me that you're proud
Look at all the places that I've been
Look at all the people that I've helped
If only mom could see me now

Oh father, can you spare me twenty dollars?
Living my dream is getting quite expensive
Oh sister, don't worry bout the little things
Try not to take your job and like so seriously, seriously

Cause little stuff is all it is and nobody's a perfect kid
So let's celebrate imperfectness and everything's impermanent
So every good thing must come to an end
Oh every good thing must come to an end

Dear world, I've been thinking bout the end of times
More than I would like to admit
Dear mom, it's not a phase
Things have been weird since the day you left