If you could see the way she looks at you you would know
But you're busy building walls of doubt nursung weary what-ifs like feeding gremlins after midnight
I have this picture of the both of you
You are staring off into your imagination always just above the horizon
And she is laughing at something you said
She is looking right at you smiling honest
Only you can make her laugh like that Only you
I guess some of us need it spelled out Our egos need to be reminded
You are not always going to be her favorite everything You are not the best
But for whatever reason she chose you
Chose you like a raffle ticket from a barrel full of so much better
You are not a jackpot she is not a jackpot but you both have won something
You're both walking away with what you came here for
You break her heart some days How her eyes sadden and she does that thing that girls do
you know when they go awww but it's pronounced oohh (Men love that sound)
I see the tremble in her arms the hesitation to hold your head to her *******
But your signals cross and you beat yourself up later for not acting differently because she might fall in love with you if you had done things differently
You can't act your way into a relationship If you're not being yourself You're being somebody else and in that case she's better off with that other guy
It makes me wonder about lightbulbs and how many people it takes to ***** them in depending on your occupation
I wonder how many pairs of eyes it takes to notice what love looks like
Because if you could see the way she looks at you you would know and the only thing you might do differently is continue to be yourself