George Watsky - Letter To My 16-Year-Old Self Lyrics

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Sup bitch!

Na I'm just messin' with ya

What I meant to say was "Never give up!

Always be yourself."

It's gonna suck hearing that over and over as you get older

But as stereotypes start with a grain of truth

Cliches begin with a boulder

And no matter what you're an animal a born natural

So you don't need some motivational speaker asshole

Feeding you reheated inspirational corn casserole

You magical bastard!

Get it through your brain inject it in your vein

Get infected with the strain

The strange idea you're a reflection of the greats who came before

More than science

Our body's our history's oldest appliance

We're piggyback riding the shoulders of giants

Which is how we survive when the ceilings keep getting higher

And the light bulbs keep burning out

We learn by word of mouth

And when your time has passed don't drag each other down

Cause being a crab in a bucket is mad lonely

Be the crab escaping from crab prison

Who creates a crab rope out the window made only of crab homies

Cause we're in this together

Future you is just past you with new molecules

We shoot the old ones out follicles

And hair is dead cells so our faults get shed well

Meaning our parts that are hard to adore

Get mopped up on the barber shop floor

In other words

Although you often don't remember people's names

Or are at the center of attention at all the wrong times

And spend roughly six hours a night on your side

Watching Boy Meets World reruns

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You are capable of outgrowing that bullshit

I'm aware there is doubt

I don't believe in hell but I believe in my parent's couch

You're gonna get depressed sometimes

You're gonna have weeks where you don't feel like eating

Where gravity is working overtime like it's afraid of getting laid off

And you can barely lift your fork to your mouth

And you are going to have a choice

Do you wanna see this world as ugly or beautiful?

Wanna know what I think?

Well go fuck yourself! This is my poem

And I think the universe is great

It's like God just chucked a bunch of candy into space

And Earth is a jawbreaker

So it doesn't matter if you've got the biggest mouth

You can't just chew the world up and spit it out

You've gotta savor it

From the grandest to the blandest nook and cranny

Every crooked alley every mountain brook and valley

From Candyland to Cali

That's been stamped by Rand McNally

Ordinary is outstanding!

So don't be impressed by mere miracles

And FYI looking like a crusty hippy doesn't make you spiritual

You're gonna have to climb through a thorny mess of

Contradictions underground rivers and sometimes

What you love the most will cause your biggest problem

Because you know what's awesome?

World peace

And you know what else is awesome?

Catapults

And that's just the goddamn truth

This world is so confusing

But you're gonna be fine

You're gonna be fine

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