Sometimes love as it grows and as it ages, finds itself in complacency. The “I Love You’s” become habitual, delivered by rote One side or another sometimes interprets this less than demonstrative, expression of feeling as something lost and not something gained. I can’t make you feel what you don’t want to feel And I can’t make you want to spend time with me But I can make you a sandwich so at least sit down and eat No, I can’t make you love all the things I love I can’t make you want all the things I want But I can make the bed so why not stay and rest Though I no longer seem to make you laugh as I once did And I can’t make you love me the way it seemed you used to I can make your house a home so why not