I hope you get to see Fleetwood Mac live
I hope your dog is still alive and well
I hope your brother doesn't crash the sports car
I hope the pain leaves me alone once and for all

I hope you cry when you feel cold
I hope my eyes stop raining
I hope it takes years to tear myself away from your being
I hope my dawn arrives soon

My psychiatrist asked me to throw it away
I lied, because your wallet is safe
But I bought a different one, and I think it's a fake
So I don't have to see your face when I pay

I hope you haven't thrown anything away
The truth is, I did throw your picture away
I hope the whole world sees what I got to see
I hope my skin tingles again

I hope my absence kills your demons
I hope living without spotlights suits you well
I hope you miss me in your bedroom
I've made myself a prisoner of my own

I hope your mom accepts the next one
I hope he's much better
I hope that when you get intimate, he fills your heart more
I hope he's not a jerk like me

I hope a lot, a lot of time passes
So you can start your thousand honeymoons
I hope that when it happens, I'm six feet under
And no one else asks for Jose

And no one else remembers Jose

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