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’ve 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 tt 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 mrs brinkman she spends so much extra time
it’s like she sees the diamond underneath and she’s polishing you ’til you shine
and oh you’ve 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 will kill you dead
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 up 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
ps go hug aunt rita every chance you can
and oh you’ve 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
to me
Artist: Brad Paisley
Year: 2007
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 209