Dear Mom Lyrics

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