Cuffing Season

You saved me from myself on Saturday night
I treated you to dinner
gave me a bracelet that meant a first for you
Am I first for you?
You asked me wear it
So I do
only, when I put it on it's as though I am willingly shackling my spirit to yours
I can't blame you this time because I put the cuffs on myself 
and now 
now I belong to you again
at least in the sense that I'm constantly thinking about you
about us
about what ifs
I know how this story ends
but I can't stop my heart from dreaming