My Hope
Molly Lewis Lyrics


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The years are going by so fast it really is bewilderin'
And we'll be so-called "grown ups" and have mortgages and children
I hope we all gain worldliness, and wisdom, maturity
But I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurity

I hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant servers
A monument of your youth, although lacking its observers
Your page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind it
I hope your MySpace stays forever - and I hope that your kids find it

How I hope that you forget your MySpace
I hope it slips completely from your mind
And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find
And I hope that it embarrasses your children
I hope their bratty friends all forward it around
And I hope that you forget your password
So you cannot take it down

If your kids think you vaguely square, it will be so much clearer
When they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirror
And all the bands you listen to, your kids will be exposin'
"Who is this Soulja Boy you reference, who's 'Uh Oh Explosion'?"

They'll marvel at how old you are, they'll "rofl" at your outfits
Your tastes may pass as "vintage" in the future - but I doubt it

I hope your cynical kids say, "Holy crap, this is great
these comments date all the way back to 2008."
I hope they dig through your pictures, and find some we might call compromising
I hope that seeing young Mom in a swimsuit or smoking a hookah isn't too traumatizing
But it will be past their comprehension
They'll ask "Did Grandpa not give you enough attention?"





They might poke at your top 8 friends, read your comments at the most
I only wish that they could see the inane bulletins you post

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Molly Lewis's song "My Hope" is a clever commentary on the fleeting nature of youth and the internet, specifically through the lens of the social media giant, MySpace. She starts off by acknowledging how fast time goes by, and how before we know it, we will be adults with mortgages and children. However, despite the passage of time and acquisition of "worldliness, wisdom, maturity," the singer hopes that MySpace will fall into obscurity. She hopes that profiles will "all go dead," becoming "an empty shell" without observers. However, she also hopes that those profiles will remain, serving as a monument to one's youth, ready to be discovered by future generations. Molly Lewis muses on how exposing it will be to have future children and their friends find one's online MySpace diary, complete with questionable pictures and references to obscure pop culture phenomena. Despite the potential for embarrassment, the singer seems to see value in the preservation of these early internet profiles, as the insights they offer into our former selves give us a better understanding of who we are today.


Molly Lewis's "My Hope" is a humorous and insightful commentary on the relationship between youth and social media. By focusing on the life cycle of MySpace, the song captures how fleeting and yet how permanent our online lives can be. It touches on themes like nostalgia, exposure, and intergenerational misunderstanding, ultimately finding value in the preservation of our digital memories. The song is a reminder that, as we move ever forward into the digital age, we should reflect on what parts of our past we want to keep and why. All the while, the song maintains a lighthearted tone, never taking itself too seriously, but still making a point that's both relatable and insightful.


Line by Line Meaning

The years are going by so fast it really is bewilderin'
Time seems to be moving very quickly, and it's disorienting.


And we'll be so-called "grown ups" and have mortgages and children
We will become adults with responsibilities like paying for homes and raising kids.


I hope we all gain worldliness, and wisdom, maturity
I hope we become more knowledgeable, wise, and responsible as we get older.


But I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurity
But more than anything, I hope the outdated social media platform MySpace becomes irrelevant and forgotten.


I hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant servers
I hope our old online profiles become inactive and forgotten, stored away in some faraway database.


A monument of your youth, although lacking its observers
These old profiles will serve as a reminder of our past, even though no one may be paying attention to them anymore.


Your page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind it
Our profile pages will be hollow and lifeless once we've moved on and no longer update them.


I hope your MySpace stays forever - and I hope that your kids find it
I hope these old pages remain online forever, and I hope our future children stumble upon them and get a glimpse into our past.


How I hope that you forget your MySpace
I hope you forget about your old MySpace profile and move on.


I hope it slips completely from your mind
I hope it fades away entirely from your memory.


And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find
I hope the page remains online for a long time so that our future children can discover it.


And I hope that it embarrasses your children
I hope our future children are embarrassed by our old profiles and the things we posted.


I hope their bratty friends all forward it around
I hope their friends tease and make fun of them for what they find on our old profile pages.


And I hope that you forget your password
I hope you can't access your old profile and take it down.


If your kids think you vaguely square, it will be so much clearer
If our future children already think of us as uncool, seeing our old MySpace pages will confirm it for them.


When they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirror
They will laugh at the cheesy or silly pictures we took of ourselves in the bathroom mirror.


And all the bands you listen to, your kids will be exposin'
Our children will discover our taste in music and band preferences from the past.


"Who is this Soulja Boy you reference, who's 'Uh Oh Explosion'?"
Our children will be confused and probably laugh at the outdated musical and cultural references on our old pages.


They'll marvel at how old you are, they'll "rofl" at your outfits
Our children will be amazed at how old-fashioned we seem and will mock our outfits of the past.


Your tastes may pass as "vintage" in the future - but I doubt it
Our current preferences may become fashionable in the future, but it's unlikely.


I hope your cynical kids say, "Holy crap, this is great
I hope our children are surprised and amused by what they find on our old profiles.


these comments date all the way back to 2008."
They will find old comments on our page from a decade ago or more.


I hope they dig through your pictures, and find some we might call compromising
I hope they look through our pictures and find something embarrassing or revealing about us.


I hope that seeing young Mom in a swimsuit or smoking a hookah isn't too traumatizing
I hope that our future children won't be too traumatized by seeing their parents in compromising or embarrassing photos.


But it will be past their comprehension
They won't be able to understand or appreciate the cultural context of the things they find on our old profiles.


They'll ask "Did Grandpa not give you enough attention?"
Our children may question our motivations for posting things on our old profiles, and may make fun of us for it.


They might poke at your top 8 friends, read your comments at the most
They will find and explore our old list of top friends on MySpace, and read through our old comments.


I only wish that they could see the inane bulletins you post
I wish they could see the silly or pointless bulletins we used to post on our profile pages.




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Comments from YouTube:

@elvirawoodburn7960

By far my favorite thing about this song is that it only gets funnier over time.

@aaronl22

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@traceymunro1

Ten years later and this song still brings me so much joy. <3

@TheDude4077

I thought this song was funny when it was first posted and I was still in high school. Now ten years have passed and I have a kid, and I've forgotten the password to my old myspace account which is still up. So now this song strikes deep deep fear into my heart.

@aaronl22

TheDude4077 🤣

@srpilha

More than 3 years later, this song still rules, and the lyrics still ring true. Let's all sing this again when we're 40, shall we? Those of us taht can, of course.

@anya6785

There’s such an odd feeling to this song. I’m 16. I never had a MySpace, I’ve only heard about it on YouTube. It feels like a song built for nostalgia that’s not there.

@lunamartinezoficial

my favourite song when i was 11 lol
now i'm 18 and still love it

@wiiu42

The years are going by so fast, it really is bewilderin'.

@dwood2001

Wow, blast from the past, and this is still amazing. Really glad John linked this :)

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