I Guess the Honeymoon Is Over

I might have asked you to lift a finger,

Or to lay one down, and let it linger.

I could have asked you to tell me what's wrong.

I might have asked your help so I could follow along.

I might have asked you to dance with me, out in the street.

I could have asked you to to say where you want to eat.

I could have asked you to do your best

To remind me why you're different from the rest,

But I just asked for my freedom from you.

It was just one more thing you weren't willing to do.