Could you give me a sign?
Or better yet, drop a line?
I'm just getting tired of pretending I'm fine.
I'm ready to call you mine.
Instead I'm downing another glass of wine.

You said you felt electricity.
But saying it without giving it reeks of toxicity.
To get the point across I shouldn't need publicity.
All I'm asking from you is a little domesticity.

Just a hand to hold when we walk.
A kind word when we talk.
Arms wrapped around me with a gentle rock.
On occasion make my headboard knock.
And keep my heart on lock.

I've never been much good at this game.
Always fills me with a sense of shame.
Maybe I'm boring or a little tame,
But all I want is a name.
And I just want you to feel the same.