I keep waiting on you to look at me the way you used to.
Little nice things, you never do.
I keep waiting on you to say yes, when I ask, "did you miss me today".
But to you, that question is part of my childish way.
I keep waiting on you to just grab me and give me a kiss.
Your touch is something I miss.
I keep waiting on you to tell me how much you want me in your life.
But you would rather write on paper, how much you miss your ex wife.
I keep waiting on you to tell me your sorry when you make me cry.
You never do, for reasons I don't know why.
I keep waiting on you to say, you'll never hit me again.
But each time, gets harder than it's been.
Still, I love you, though loving me, you'll never do.