You still haunt my kitchen light,
Steam on the glass, I'm burnin’ rice,
Your laugh's still stuck in the cast iron pan,
Like the grip of your hands, like a half-baked plan.

We hiked through moss and grass divine,
Your boots on mine in the fumblin' climb,
You kissed like you knew you’d forget me twice,
So I bit your lip just to feel alive.

I know you want me,
But you’re busy playing ghost,
Pretendin’ you don’t miss
The things you miss the most.
I ain’t beggin’, I ain’t broke,
But baby, you can’t fake smoke.
You want me.
You just won’t let it show.

You fold your guilt like laundry sheets,
Hide my name in your Sunday heat,
You dream in moans you won’t confess,
Wake up in sweat, blame the mattress.

And me? I’m half a whiskey in,
Writing you songs you’ll never spin,
But I know you’d hum this in the dark,
Like your fingers traced my collarbone art.

I know you want me,
Though your silence plays it cool,
But I see your poker face
And raise it with the truth.
I ain’t chasing, I ain’t slow,
But darlin', heat don't lie in snow.
You want me.
You just can’t let it show.

You still cook alone with the lights down low,
Put on my playlist, let the hunger grow.
But pride is a canyon we both can’t cross,
So we hike around love, get each other lost.

I know you want me,
You just don’t know what to do,
With a heart that fits too well
And a body that remembers you.
I ain’t askin', I just know,
I’m still the ache you never outgrow.
You want me.
Even if you won’t let it show.

And I want you,
But I wish you'd let me know.