another

even with my repeated quest to convince myself that i have no regrets i have come to the conclusion along with everyone else that a second chance would be nice.
maybe i wouldn't have called you so persistently as i twisted my finger around my hair in a nervous unconscious
remembering the lines of Jezebel and very eluded to the fact that i am willingly digging myself into another sentimental slumber, which can only end in tears.
maybe i wouldn't write this; another complaint and quest to get over my idea of you...that first love held up on a pedestal
ahhhhhhhhhhhh
and i wouldn't have made such an exasperated sigh because god knows it wasn't really that long in real life and...
what it
really
comes down to is
if there was a magic ticket to erase copy paste erase re-do
we would jump on the train and continually fix and reach for the next cabin ahead
until the idea of perfection and happiness trailed too far into the tunnel and...

will you take me as i am?