Letter to Me

If you aren't a country music fan, you may not have heard this sweet song yet, but it makes me wonder what I would say to myself if I had the chance to talk to the 17 year old me? I will ponder that and answer later. What would you say to yourself?

"Letter To Me"

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

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
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 spent so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishing you 'til you shine

And oh you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17
it's hard to see past Friday night
Tonight's the bonfire rally
But you're staying 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 saying 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 and hug Aunt Rita every chance you can...

And oh, you got so much going for, you going right
But I know at 17
it's hard to see past Friday night
I wish you'd study Spanish
I wish you'd take a typing class
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be..
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me...
To me
-Brad Paisley