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If death came up to me now,
and asked me what my last wish was,
i'd ask to spend my last hour with you somehow,
just laying together Mayer playing out our flaws,

i hope all this bad i have here,
means i truly sent all my good to you,
nothing left for you to fear,
except my well being, soon will be through,

i feel myself changing for the better,
not sure if you'll last until the end,
i really hope you do, don't care if it's not together,
i hope you still love me in the end,

i know giving you space makes you feel,
a bit better about the two of us,
so instead of getting a love so real,
i'll just die alone with your trust.