like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind, it wasn't meant to be
with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
the crinkles by your eyes
When you smile, you've never loved
your stomach or your thighs
The dimples on your back,
yet the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
And I won't let these little things slip
and all these little things
why you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations
are the secrets that I keep
And though it makes no sense to me
I know you've never loved
the sound of your voice on tape
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
And I won't let these little things slip
And all these little things
You'll never love yourself
Half as much as I love you
And you'll never treat yourself
And if I told you I'm here for you
Then maybe you'd love yourself
And all your little things
If I let these little things slip
And all your little things