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 you 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 only purpose is 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
