Teksty: Ghost Mice. Letter Home.

Dear Dad,
I know you're proud of me
even though you've never said it well
I know you are and I know talking can be hard.
And I think I've proven myself to be
financially responsible and I want my Mustang back.
I wanna cruise down Kirkwood like the other cruisers and be king.
I wanna rip down the highway, leave a cloud of jealousy.
That car was nothing but a junkie when you bought it for me when I was 14
we fixed it up together
honestly, I think you can fix anything.
And I know you're proud of me because I'm living my my dream.
So please, please, please don't worry about me.
Please don't worry about me.

Dear mom,
I know that you're afraid
and you've got every right to be,
growing up with nothing to pour to have a drink.
And I know there's a crook inside of you just dying to get out
and you would hide me from the cops if they came knocking at your house
you would drive my get away car, that's just the way you are,
you got a mother's heart, you got a mother's heart,
you got a mother's heart, you got a mother's heart.
And I'm sorry that I've always forgot your birthday and you've never forgot mine.
And I'm sorry I haven't given you any grand kids.
And I'm sorry that I don't have a wife.
And I'm sorry if the way that I live my life is the way you think is right.
But you raised me well and I think that I came out alright.

Even though you're ashamed of me for being such a thief,
well I know you still love me and I admire your honesty.
So please, please, please don't worry about me.
Please don't worry about me