If my smiles aren’t enough to brighten your day,
If my laughter isn’t enough to lighten your mood,
Or if the sound of my voice isn’t a salve to your pain,
Then maybe, just maybe, this isn’t meant to be.
If I run my fingers down your back
And you don’t feel it down to the marrow of your bones
If I wait for your kiss only to have it begrudgingly from you,
Then maybe, maybe, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
When you wake up in the morning
And never have the urge to hug, kiss or touch me,
When your first thought in the morning isn’t even me,
Then maybe, maybe, you aren’t the one for me.
When you haven’t seen me for days
And never have the need to see nor even hear from me,
When your eyes don’t light up at the sight of me
Then maybe, baby, we should set each other free.