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" 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?