He seems to know
100 ways to make me happy
without it ever feeling too much.

He seems to know
which specific kind of coffee
I will need when i get home.

He seems to know
that we dont really need to speak
just lay together in the grass and the sunlight

He seems to know
that I'm a hopeless romantic,
i think deep down he is the same

He seems to know
i look at the way his lips slighlty curve
when he's reads his favourite book

I think he knows
that i like him just a little
and I'll give him the world if he asks me to

And i know he knows
that he makes me smile with his words
he likes it when i smile i think.