Would you?

Say we met tomorrow for the first time 

And you ask, "So, what's broken?" 

And I say, "Everything." 

And that I am running away from my self, really 

And this place is not for me, and yet I am here 

Like I usually do - turn up at the wrong place every single time 

And that I have dark places 

That I slip into every now and then 

And I can rarely put those thoughts into words

But they eat me up whole

But I never give up fighting. And probably never will

Would you still ask me out for that dance we haven't danced in a while? 

Say we met today for the last time 

And you ask, "What really went wrong?" 

And I say, "Nothing."

But that all I ever really wanted 

Was for us to be on the same page at the same time 

Would you still ask me out for that dance we haven't danced in a while?