Dear future me: I hope you're doing well, it's younger you
I hope this ends up making sense Im kinda struggling to
Condense my thoughts and feelings where they dont come
Out all dumb and skewed
Without further adieu bare with me while I blunder through this
Was high school ever fun at all or mostly not
Suppose its easier for you to bare since toby fox
Has dropped the rest of deltarune
You're too caught up with that to mind
When I come visit next I hope you'll let me have a try
I wish that you were here to show me how to play guitar
We could swap our hands so mine wont hurt when making bar
Chords then when yours get some calluses we'll trade them back
We could write together teach me how to make a track
Have you come up with any job you'd want to do
I dont like anything 'cept things Id rather not pursue
Tryna think of marketable interests makes me kinda puke
Inside my mouth it's true
Maybe youve got one or two by now
Is it nicer down the road?
Is it brighter as we go?
Is it nicer down the road?
Is it brighter as we go?
I'm in a funk some days I wish somebody had my back
I want to flunk on purpose just to see how they'd react
It's killing my ambition being molded as machinery
I did nothing wrong I dont get why they're mean to me
I can't go on like this if something doesn't change and quick
Waking up tomorrow I know it'll make me sick
Advice would be amazing I'll go crazy if this pain persists
But I can wait for it
I know I can wait for it
Is it nicer down the road?
Is it brighter as we go?
Is it nicer down the road?
Is it brighter as we go?
Is it nicer down the road?
Is it brighter as we go?