(Based off the lyrics to 'Letter to Me' by Brad Paisley)
If I could write a letter to me,
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove its me by saying,
Remember what you did?
You got a speeding ticket going 15 over
That Mom and Dad don't know you hid.
And then I'd say I know it's tough,
When you get dumped by your first love.
And ya I know you really liked him,
And it just don't seem fair.
All I can say is he's a city boy
So you shouldn't really even care.
And oh you got so much
Going for ya going right.
But I know at 17
All you want is a jersey for Friday night.
He wasn't nice to you but still
You feel like you're to blame.
But if you just open your eyes
You'll realize that he's pretty lame.
You'll make it through this and you'll see,
You're still around to write this letter to me.
That stoplight over Ankeny's freeway,
Make sure you're watching traffic
Don't worry about Mom's cake.
When you go to prom with Russell,
Make sure you keep your cool,
Cuz if you blow up on your ex
You're gonna look like the bigger fool.
Each and everytime you have a fight,
Just remember you're wrong and Mom is right.
And you should really thank Dr. Sterle,
She's gonna give you your big break.
It's like she knows all the potential that you got
Is gonna work best at Iowa State.
Oh you got so much
Going for ya going right.
But I know at 17
All you want is a jersey for Friday Night.
Tonight's the homecoming dance
But you're staying home instead.
Because if you go alone
It's just gonna make you sad.
But you'll make it through this and you'll see,
You're still around to write this letter to me.
You got so much up ahead,
You'll make better friends,
You should see your new blonde hair.
And I end by saying you were weird
To think that these were gonna be
the best years of your life.
I guess I'll see you in the mirror,
When you a grown woman
PS go play with Zekie
Every chance you can.
Oh you got so much
Going for ya going righ.
But I know at 17
All you want is a jersey for Friday night.
I wish you remembered Spanish.
I wish you'd take your time with love.
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be.
Ya I'd say try to keep your chin up and you'll see.
If I could write a 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 its me by saying,
Remember what you did?
You got a speeding ticket going 15 over
That Mom and Dad don't know you hid.
And then I'd say I know it's tough,
When you get dumped by your first love.
And ya I know you really liked him,
And it just don't seem fair.
All I can say is he's a city boy
So you shouldn't really even care.
And oh you got so much
Going for ya going right.
But I know at 17
All you want is a jersey for Friday night.
He wasn't nice to you but still
You feel like you're to blame.
But if you just open your eyes
You'll realize that he's pretty lame.
You'll make it through this and you'll see,
You're still around to write this letter to me.
That stoplight over Ankeny's freeway,
Make sure you're watching traffic
Don't worry about Mom's cake.
When you go to prom with Russell,
Make sure you keep your cool,
Cuz if you blow up on your ex
You're gonna look like the bigger fool.
Each and everytime you have a fight,
Just remember you're wrong and Mom is right.
And you should really thank Dr. Sterle,
She's gonna give you your big break.
It's like she knows all the potential that you got
Is gonna work best at Iowa State.
Oh you got so much
Going for ya going right.
But I know at 17
All you want is a jersey for Friday Night.
Tonight's the homecoming dance
But you're staying home instead.
Because if you go alone
It's just gonna make you sad.
But you'll make it through this and you'll see,
You're still around to write this letter to me.
You got so much up ahead,
You'll make better friends,
You should see your new blonde hair.
And I end by saying you were weird
To think that these were gonna be
the best years of your life.
I guess I'll see you in the mirror,
When you a grown woman
PS go play with Zekie
Every chance you can.
Oh you got so much
Going for ya going righ.
But I know at 17
All you want is a jersey for Friday night.
I wish you remembered Spanish.
I wish you'd take your time with love.
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be.
Ya I'd say try to keep your chin up and you'll see.
If I could write a letter to me.