A Prayer for Second Chances

It was the gold standard, but we drifted Supposed to be more than a temporary stake Not totally worthless, it's still paper It seems all the numbers and faces are just an allegory The truth is ideal but, still imperfect She leaves a deal wanting, save honesty Not looking for polish, not on purpose And now, everything is just shiny enough to become hazy Things used to have shape and sense Protection from nature, home sweet shelter The kindness that comes from intimacy Replacing small traumas with such promise And you and your mane and your shoes and your attitude beckon me Why the Pacific Northwest? Past may be prologue, but in walks present Believing in one more opportunity Not really deserving, not of your hand But now, since my head is on straight I love you Yes, I love you I will love you No matter what No matter what No matter what No matter what No matter what Just you