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