Lyric

Maybe I like it…

Maybe it likes me back

Mm—

I don’t always know what I want

I don’t always know what I need

But I know what doesn’t weigh a ton

When it’s hanging off my sleeve

No fireworks, no proof to show

No courtroom for the heart

Just little yeses, soft and slow

Like light leaking through the dark

If I can breathe in it

If I can stay a while

If it doesn’t ask for reasons

Maybe that’s my style

Maybe I like it—

Not loud, not wild, not lightning

Just right, just quiet, just timing

Maybe I like it—

The way it fits inside my day

The way it doesn’t run away

I can’t explain it

I don’t have to name it

Maybe I like it… anyway

Ooh— maybe I like it

Ooh— maybe I like it

They say “What’s your passion?” like it’s a parade

Like it’s a banner you have to wave

But my love doesn’t need a stage

It’s a small warm cup on a rainy page

It’s the thing I keep doing without a fight

Like a hum in the hallway late at night

No grand reveal, no burning sign—

Just something steady that feels like mine

If it meets me gently

If it holds my hands

If it grows in silence

I’ll let it understand

Maybe I like it—

Not loud, not wild, not lightning

Just right, just quiet, just timing

Maybe I like it—

The way it fits inside my day

The way it doesn’t run away

I can’t explain it

I don’t have to name it

Maybe I like it… anyway

You don’t need a storm to feel the sky

You don’t need a shout to know you’re alive

Sometimes “love” is a little “hmm,”

A small “okay,” a soft “come.”

A hidden color in the gray

A secret rhythm in the same old day

Yeah—

They want a headline, I’m more like fine print

Little lines, little signs, little time well spent

Can’t certify a vibe, can’t verify a feeling

But I’m real when I’m here and the real is revealing

If it doesn’t drain me, maybe it’s me

If it doesn’t chain me, maybe I’m free

Not the loud love, not the proud love

Just the “how come I smile when I think of…” love

Daily drip, slow sip, low key glow

I don’t need a reason— I just need to know:

If I keep coming back, like a loop in my head

Maybe that’s the truth and it’s good enough said