If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I’d prove it’s me by saying 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 its tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don’t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it’s rare
1st Chorus
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn’t right for you
And still you feel like there’s a knife sticking out of your back
And you’re wondering if you’ll survive
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 Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
write
wouldn
would
worry
wondering
underneath
under
tonight
these
tough
there
thank
study
still
sticking
staying
spanish
skoal
should
second
typing
fight
squeak
bonfire
completely
years
seven
class
around
faith
diamond
mirror
right
survive
chorus
could
through
little
eighth
always
night
break
first
really
instead
algebra
brakes
chance
turns
extra
friday
shine
assume
forget
guess
saying
wrong
ahead
friends
going
grown
kinda
because
every
myself
knife
trust
letter
after
liked
months
nowhere
thought
playboy
spent
polishing
prove
rally
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