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 you've kissed girls You'll fall in love one year Oh, 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 And the smarter you play, the harder the game And the harder the game, the stronger the pain the more you grow 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 I swear that you're cursed, you'll be sorry you tried But the longer you rest, the more that you've guessed The deeper you doubt, the higher you get, the more it'll bring you down And when it can't get any lower And when you think it's really over It's not really over Just go outside All I know is that time won't wait for you Try to be happy, you might be if only you knew That your wildest dreams came true