Letter To Me - Brad Paisley

Artist: Brad Paisley
Song: Letter To Me
Year: 2007
Album: 5th Gear

I always wondered what it would be like if my future self could offer advice to the present me. I could avoid some of the pitfalls that have plagued me throughout my life. I suppose that it would be an unfair advantage.

It would probably turn out to be like the South Park episode of My Future Self N' Me. Somehow, I think that might turn out to be catastrophic. Hmmm... just like on South Park.

I would probably say basically the same things in my letter that Brad Paisley wrote to himself, in the song. The truth is, things aren't as bad as they seem at any given moment. Things could always be worse. Things will always get better, at some point. The bad thing is that you have to go through life to gain that experience. No amount of advice could ingrain that into anyone's head.

If I could write a letter to my past self, I'd tell myself to run fast, in the opposite direction, when I met this one girl. Other than that one person, I have no big regrets. I can boil down all of my misfortune to meeting that one girl. If only I could.

Lyrics:
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 by 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 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