They always come back into my life once,  never twice. 

I think everyone has spent their second coming.  

No vacancies in the motel of second chances. You know I've used mine,  too. Whether for better or for worse, it is all said and done.  And I am through.  

I've been trying to think of what I might say if given the opportunity to say it. But I know that won't happen,  so I've accepted that this is where I am at now.  I'm trying real hard to be real good. I'm compacting these doubts way down.  Way, way down. I don't know where to accept vs. where to settle. I don't know if it's possible to strive for perfection. It's not possible. 

I wish I could focus on an entirely different part of the big picture.