What if I told you I had one day to live?
Would you cry on my chest where my dying heart is?

Could you stand by my side til the very last minute?
Would you hold onto my hand, and put your heart in it?

Would you just watch me cry and let The Fray sing?
Or could you just pick me up and help heal my wings?

Would you put all the jokes down, like me in this letter?
Would you stop to watch our castle burn?
Or make the truth feel better?

Would you reminisce on our memories like I’m doing right now?
Would you start to wonder why, and wonder how:

This life we’d live,
my best, my closest friend,
every minute we’d spend
and message we’d send,
would all come to the end?

Would you let it all fade?
Our love, and all the memories we made?
Could you rest your head on my shaking shoulder blade,
to kiss me on the cheek where my shaking smile frayed?

Don’t worry, this is all just a long “what if”.
It’s just written in hieroglyphs.

Here’s one thing I pray you understand,
For which I give my word, as a young man:

If I had one last day I would spend it with you,
and I pray for this to be the way you feel back about me too