Back into your arms
is where I seem to be headed.
I know what I seek
is also to be dreaded.

Is it true this time?
'Cause I won't be fine
if you're just spitting off
yet another round of lines.

Though it seems ever real,
I could be naive...
would not be the first time
you just up and leave.

But that was on me,
what I didn't see
was I wasn't your puppet.
You're you and I'm me.

But here's to a chance,
yet another dance.
Boy, you got what it takes
to render me tranced.