what if i could just go back

If I could start over and do better I could do it now, now I know what to do. My floor would still be real wood and the would-haves would be dids. My limbs and heart would be hard and my mind would not be melted mush. My fingers would still be lightning quick and I would still weave that magic with them.

It feels like going home. But my walls aren't mine now and I'll be going near, but it won't be any less too late.

What if I could go back and find you? Drag you out of the memories or sink myself back into them, I don't care. You were never there to find, I know it, it was just in my head, you were all that was in my head. That hasn't changed, at least, but it used to be a flush at the fire and now it's just anguish.

All the old days are better than the days we have now, and when the good days are gone, we were too busy to take any pictures. They just blow away like the dust of the cherry trees.

Feels like I could turn a corner or get off a plane and be right back where I made that wrong turn. Maybe it's better I can't, so I don't have to live with making the same mistake twice.