Kevin Weaver Bowling for Soup

Dear Mom
Did you get the disk I sent?
The one with all the songs we used to sing in the car
Waylon, Willy, and Dolly; The Eagles, Kenny Rogers, and Donna Summer
I hope it brings back the memories
Of good times we had together
Driving in the car at New Mexico
The Longest ride ever to Pennsylvania
Harmonizing all the way with the windows down

And I hope you’re proud
I hope you see some good
In all the fucked up things I did
All the things you never understood
I hope I made you proud
And disappointments of the past
Are things we left back there forever
And we can move on together
While you live the rest of your days
And watch your grandkids play
And say, “I’m proud of you!”

Dear Dad
You managed to turn your life around
Five separate times that you were born
But that’s not me just yet
Only twice so far but I’m working on a third
And I’m only half your age
And punk rock's working against me
I’ve got five hundred more tattoos than you
I’ve broken 13 hundred more hearts than you
And as for the bottle, I say, “Call that a draw!”