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.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
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.
First draft written April 29, 2012. Work in progress.
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