Do You Even Love Me?

Wrote I love you in your espresso

Made heart shaped pancakes, the way you like it most

I kissed your scars and called them stars

Learned astrology and tarot cards

I listen close when you say “I’m fine”

Cause I know that means “ask me 10 more times”

Prechorus:

Then you pause, just out of the blue

And drop that line… like deja vu

“Do you even love me?” — be for real

I learned your love languages and cooked all your favorites meals

Acts of services.. And you love gifts

Do all the dishes, and buy you birkins

“Do you even love me?” — baby please

I changed my locks to match your keys

I tattoo’d your name on my left butt cheek

And I sing this song to you 3 times a week

I text you back before you hit send

Work 2 jobs so you’ll have money to spend

Skipped the NBA finals just to facetime you

That traffic rant, gossip, and pretty shoes

And still, you pause... tilt your head...

And say those five words I dread...

“Do you even love me?” — I can’t lie

This question hurts more every time

But maybe now, it’s up to you...

To ask yourself — “do you love me too?”

Do you even love me?