Suppose I died tomorrow wouldn’t you feel bad?   Sing songs chalk full of sorrow, remorse, regret   Of being oh, so mad   About me in my last few months as a living, breathing, young man   Suppose I died tomorrow wouldn’t you feel bad?      Suppose I died tomorrow, don’t you think you’d wish   You’d dropped your grudge?   Because now you’re picking up posies with an unclenched fist   And laying them by my coffin   You can cry, you can shout but you can’t change this   Suppose I died tomorrow, don’t you think you’d wish?      Suppose I died tomorrow would you go to my family?   Would you look them in the eye and say   I gave up on him cause he gave up on me   And would you finally believe all the times I said I’m sorry?   Suppose I died tomorrow would you go to my family?      Suppose you died tomorrow, at least I’d know I tried   Maybe not enough, but with whatever might    I quit my certainty in these troubled times**   Because I’m done with all of my pride   And if you don’t know that I love you   You will never know that I love you      Suppose I died tomorrow   Or suppose you died tomorrow   Suppose we died tomorrow   At least I’d know I tried