Younger Me Lyrics by Aimee Carty
Next week I sing in choir
When we stand around the tree
I’ve never missed a Christmas
From 2010 to 23
Every year I get a solo
Every year I learn the words
I used to get so nervous
It’d make my stomach hurt
But I always powered through
And over time it got much better
Younger me was pretty shy
But younger me was clever
So I’d distract myself while I waited for my verse
And it took forever
Younger me, I’d love to tell her
Don’t gotta be perfect all the time, my love
No, you don’t see it, but you’ve come so far
I know you’re trying to do your best
But just lay your mind to rest
People will love you for the way you are
So when I’m singing in the bleak midwinter
And oh, let it snow
I’m thinking oh, where’d it go?
All the time, I guess it’s fine
But I just find that there’s something about
Singing round that tree
That makes me think of all the things I’d love to say to younger me
Next week I sing in choir
When we stand beneath the lights
Hard to believe after the next one
I’ve spent fourteen nights
Over fourteen different years
Singing to that crowd
Oh I used to get so nervous
I have to look down at the ground
But oh I always powered through
And I always did it well
Younger me was good at hiding it so people couldn tell
That I counted ten and I held my breath when I stood there waiting for my cue
Younger me knew lots of things, but how I wish he knew
Don’t gotta be perfect all the time, my love
No, you don’t see it, but you’ve come so far
I know you’re trying to do and proud
But my darling, you’re allowed
To have things to figure out
And I’d always try to aim above the bar
Singing, shine the light
And oh, holy night
I’m thinking over the past, over the years
All of the laughs, all of the tears
Oh, there’s just something about singing round that tree
That makes me think of all the things I’d love to say
To younger me
Younger me, it’s okay, you’re alright
Younger me, oh you don’t have to hide
One day you’ll be proud, one day you’ll see
Everything is how it’s meant to be
There’s just something about singing round that tree
That makes me think of all the things I’d love to say to younger me