IF I COULD WRITE
A LETTER
TO ME
AND SEND IT BACK
IN TIME TO MYSELF
AT SEVENTEEN
FIRST I'D PROVE IT'S ME
BY SAYIN'
LOOK UNDER YOUR BED
THERE'S A SKOAL CAN
AND A PLAYBOY
NO ONE ELSE
WOULD KNOW YOU HID
AND THEN I'D SAY
I KNOW IT'S TOUGH
WHEN YOU BREAK UP
AFTER SEVEN MONTHS
AND YEAH I KNOW
YOU REALLY LIKED HER
AND IT JUST DON'T
SEEM FAIR
BUT ALL I CAN SAY
IS PAIN LIKE THAT
IS FAST AND IT'S RARE
AND OH YOU GOT
SO MUCH GOIN' FOR YOU
GOIN' RIGHT
BUT I KNOW
AT SEVENTEEN
IT'S HARD TO SEE PAST
FRIDAY NIGHT
SHE WASN'T
RIGHT FOR YOU
AND STILL YOU FEEL LIKE
THERE'S A KNIFE
STICKIN' OUT OF
YOUR BACK
AND YOU'RE WONDERIN'
IF YOU'LL SURVIVE BUT
YOU'LL MAKE IT
THROUGH THIS
AND YOU'LL SEE
YOU'RE STILL AROUND
TO WRITE THIS LETTER
TO ME
AT THE STOP SIGN
AT TOMLINSON
AND EIGHTH
ALWAYS STOP
COMPLETELY
DON'T JUST TAP
YOUR BRAKES
AND WHEN YOU GET
A DATE WITH BRIDGETTE
MAKE SURE THE TANK
IS FULL
ON SECOND THOUGHT
FORGET IT
THAT ONE TURNS OUT
KINDA COOL
EACH AND EVERY TIME
YOU HAVE A FIGHT
JUST ASSUME
YOU'RE WRONG
AND DAD IS RIGHT
AND YOU SHOULD
REALLY THANK
MISS BRINKMAN
SHE SPENT SO MUCH
EXTRA TIME
IT'S LIKE SHE SEES
THE DIAMOND
UNDERNEATH
AND SHE'S POLISHIN' YOU
'TIL YOU SHINE
AND OH YOU GOT
SO MUCH
GOIN' FOR YOU
GOIN' RIGHT
BUT I KNOW
AT SEVENTEEN
IT'S HARD TO SEE PAST
FRIDAY NIGHT
TONIGHT'S
THE BONFIRE RALLY
BUT YOU'RE STAYIN'
HOME INSTEAD
BECAUSE IF YOU FAIL
ALGEBRA
MOM AND DAD'LL
KILL YOU DEAD
BUT TRUST ME
YOU'LL SQUEAK BY
AND GET A "C"
AND YOU'RE STILL
AROUND TO WRITE
THIS LETTER
TO ME
YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH
UP AHEAD
YOU'LL MAKE
NEW FRIENDS
YOU SHOULD SEE
YOUR KIDS AND WIFE
AND I'D END BY SAYIN'
HAVE NO FEAR
THESE ARE NOWHERE
NEAR
THE BEST YEARS
OF YOUR LIFE
I GUESS I'LL SEE YOU
IN THE MIRROR
WHEN YOU'RE
A GROWN MAN
P.S. GO HUG AUNT RITA
EVERY CHANCE YOU CAN
AND OH
YOU GOT SO MUCH
GOIN' FOR YOU
GOIN' RIGHT
BUT I KNOW
AT SEVENTEEN
IT'S HARD TO SEE PAST
FRIDAY NIGHT
I WISH YOU'D
STUDY SPANISH
I WISH YOU'D TAKE
A TYPIN' CLASS
I WISH YOU WOULDN'T
WORRY
LET IT BE
HEY I'D SAY
HAVE A LITTLE FAITH
AND YOU'LL SEE
IF I COULD WRITE
A LETTER
TO ME