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 on, 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 (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
And the smarter you play, the harder the game
And the harder the game, the stronger the pain
The more you grow (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
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
You'll swear that you're cursed, you'll be sorry you tried
But the longer you rest, the more that you guess
The deeper you doubt, the higher you get
The more it'll bring you down
And when you 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
And try to be happy
You might be if only you knew
That your wildest dreams came true