​a letter to my freshman self

Letter to my freshman self

Dear Patrick
How's it going?
I know it's been a little while since I wrote you
And I know that you're oblivious to how much time has passed you
But I got a couple questions that I really need to ask you
Do you feel like Clark Kent yet, super in a booth?
Like your past’s been part bent, so you maneuver it aloof
See a consumer with the truth is a difficult find
So I'm living on my biblical grind, and it's a heck of a time
If you wonder where the requiem hides, it's gonna pop out of the tombstones in the night sometimes
When that fight night jingle rings, off in the distance
If it's party admission, then be the martyr who missed it
I'm fiend-ing for all the wisdom, a reason to start again with another version of you who's a little bit less dismissive
Thespian for the misses whose legend reads one who isn't
Designed with it's only purpose as rhyming and giving kisses
Timeless in intermissions, pilot for the white flag
The pacifist at heart who'd never passed a fist or fight back
I mean it's tight, yeah, but who would disagree
Remember eighth grade? Remember "Missing Me"?
That was a beautiful track, and you made it blissfully
So I know there's advice that you'd prolly like to give to me
The future self, who knows how all the nooses felt
I remember every single time you'd lose yourself
But never give up, there's too much good to come, see?
You'll meet a beautiful girl, who knows what love means
So don't end up above me, and write all of those rhymes down
Cause it's about time that you started living life now
Cheer the fuck up, you beautiful loser
Sincerely signed, you from the future