a letter to myself at 17
You'll say goodbye
Pack your bags and you'll fly across the world
And you'll end up somewhere
People don't really care that you've kissed girls
You'll fall in love one year
Oh you'll get dumped in a park
But that's okay
Because when you're in pain, you make art
And the higher you climb the lower you sink
And the stronger the drink the longer you think the less you know
And the smarter you play the harder the game
And the harder the game the stronger the pain the more you grow
So you grow
Don't call them friends
If they're only your friends when you're doing drugs
And don't wait for the day
You reach your perfect weight 'cause that day never comes
And the more that you get the more that you want
And the more that you care the harder you love
The more it'll hurt it'll hurt all the time
I swear that you're cursed, you'll be sorry you tried
But the longer you rest the more that you've guessed
The deeper you doubt the higher you get the more it'll bring you down
And when it can't get any lower
And when you think it's really over
It's never really over
Just go outside
All I know is that time won't wait for you
Try to be happy you might be if only you knew
That your wildest dreams came true
