Letter To My Teenage Self

[sleepysilverdoor]

Phlub

Wrote a letter to myself and sent it back in time
Got a letter from future me and I read…it
Said, you will get here, you will find me
Sat right here pen in hand
Feet upon steaming sand
Asking why you sent for me.

Wrote a letter to myself, forgot that it was mine
Such a guy, I wish him well
Truthful alibi
Won’t you tell me where I’m headed
Remind me where I stand
Watch me take another chance
Pick me up red roses

Do you know so certainly
As you drift upon the sea
Do you henceforth disagree
Nevermind the memory
So it be...

[Pigfarmer Jr]

Letter to My Teenage Self
Pigfarmer Jr

Hey, kid, you're kinda stupid
It's past time you figured it out
Hey, kid, your mind's been looted
Misdirected and full of doubt

But I promise it'll get better
Some day, you will be okay
Things have a way of working out
Some day, you will be okay

Hey, kid, you're looking kinda silly
It's past time you cut your hair
Hey, kid, your looking kinda dirty
Spend some money on clothes and skin care

And I promise it'll get better
Some day, you will be okay
Things have a way of working out
Some day, you will be okay

Don't beat yourself up too much
The world is gonna do it for you
I'm not saying it's gonna be easy
But at least you have someone to warn you

I promise it'll get better
Some day, you will be okay
Things have a way of working out
Some day, some day
I bet you won't even read this letter
Some day, you will be okay
Things have a way of working out
Some day, some day

[joysitler]

Joy Sitler

My dear child

You have finally turned sixteen
And you’re certain you have seen it all

My dear child

Take a good look at yourself
‘Cause I have so much left to tell
Maybe you should take a seat

Cause you have so much left to see
And so little you’d believe about me

I am the ghost of what is yet to come
And I know you won’t perceive me
And I know you’re still so young
I am the ghost of songs you’ve left unsung
And I know you won’t believe me
Until you have come undone

My dear Joy
No, I promise that’s our name
See this is why I came
To tell you that you’re not a boy
I swear you’re throwing it away
Our youth is wasted on these days
While you stare into the void

I am the ghost of what is yet to come
And I know you can’t perceive me
And I know you’re still so young
I am the ghost of songs you’ve left unsung
And I know you won’t believe me
Until you have come undone

This is a letter to my teenage self
That will rot inside a shoebox
Buried deep inside my closet shelf
This is a letter to my teenage self
That I will keep under a padlock
And wrapped up in a leather belt

But she has so much left to see
And so little she’d believe about me