Sometimes, I wish he’d understand.
I wish he would get it.
I used to want to tell him everything,
the stuff nobody cares about,
but he doesn’t get it.
I’ve heard the “ I miss you,” “I care about you,” “I like you.”
Why don’t you show me?
When you you made sweet love to me
Kept me up all night
Touching me all over
Licking my lips the way only you know how it makes me groan and my toes pointing
So I’m afraid of losing that feeling
Did you forget