It didn't matter if I was a
Kitty, a Hippie Chick, in the Mafia (or the card one), or just a 6th grader,
When we rode in a van to the beach,
Probably going a little too fast, and growing a little too fast,
As we blasted surfer rock from the stereo,
And songs about breakfast.
It didn't matter what our moms said about too much candy,
You'd let us eat it all in the backseat, and smile when we got carsick,
Instead of saying "I told you so."
I only knew you as a mentor for 12 months or so,
But those twelve months changed every month after
And taught me to be weird for a smile and a laugh
I guess I wrote these lines, to thank you for being weird for 12 months at least,
And I hope your kid ends up weirder than me.
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