I don't know how to let you love me.
You tell me it's by letting you give me your jacket when I'm cold.
You tell me it's by arguing back when you pick fights with me, because you know I'm too strong to just let you win like that.

You say it's by telling you what I'm feeling when I'm feeling it, and not keeping it all bottled up.
You tell me it's by letting you be the little spoon sometimes, even though you're bigger than me. You like to be held too.

I tell you I don't know how to let you love me, but you sure know how to make me love you.