I wish that i could tell my younger self
things i learned from my stay here in hell
cause i’m the one that knows you the best

be nicer to the ones you really love
reject the ones who say you’re not enough
before they fall asleep in your bed


every sunday
you get migraines
you’ll be ok i’m telling you


Stop looking over the edge
Stop skipping straight to the end of everything
i know you smoke cigarettes
you think you’re already dead
stop looking over the edge


i know you’ll wake up eventually
see how much you really mean to me
couldn’t have done it without you
you did the best with what you had
it’s ok to get mad at being sad
to defend yourself when your under attack
let it feel good even when they don’t call back