If I could write a letter to me
First, I'd prove it's me by sayin'
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
goin' for you, goin' right
it's hard to see past Friday night
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
to write this letter to me
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
well, 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 Ms. Brinkman,
she spends so much extra time
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
and she's polishin' you 'til you shine
goin' for you, goin' right
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'll kill you dead
But trust me, you'll squeak by and get a C
to write this letter to me
Well, you got so much up ahead
and you'll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I'd end by sayin' have no fear
These are no where near the
I guess I'll see you in the mirror
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can
goin' for you, goin' right
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
