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and the worst part is you just expect me back

There is no trying, no second guessing if I still need you. You know I’ll come running back into your arms with mine wide open, and I’ll forget. Call me cute, and I’ll forget. I’m yours again. For now, for now until I’m no longer good enough. And I hate this fucking game. I’m breaking down, I’m giving in yet again but this time I see it happening, I see it clearly. Tell me why I do this, but tell me why I’m wrong if it was all for you. I can’t disappoint you and these traps, I’ve set them for myself. I know I have someone else. I know you only want me temporarily. If you could see the things I think instead of the things I say you’d stay away for good. I can’t bring them of the edge of my tounge, or out the ends of my fingertips. And I put up this facade for you because of that ability to crush me. This never ending cycle of uncertainty never fucking stops, but I do it. I do it all for you. And I’m thinking hey, this will be the last time. I’m going back, this is your last chance with me. And I’d believe myself if those weren’t the words I’ve said every time.