The idea for the song came to Reid while reading an article about a man arrested for getting drunk and shooting at his girlfriend’s car. The judge asked him if he had learned anything, to which he replied, “I learned, Your Honor, that you can’t make a woman love you if she don’t.”
You’re about three seconds away from sending a text that you’re going to regret 5 seconds after you sent it.
Because you don’t know whether it’s the weather, your hormones, or the fact that you’re just not ready to walk away yet.
So you’ve decided to slide your pride to the side.
And all those nights that you stayed up crying to the side.
All to lay side by side with a man who could be so close that you can feel his heartbeat, but still so far away that you can’t tell if it still beats for you.
Remember the first time you looked in his phone and realized you weren’t special.
Remember how you used to finish each other’s sentences, now it takes a damn near a miracle for him to text you.
Remember how it felt when the second after you fell, he fell back, and didn’t get catch you.
What good is giving your goods to somebody that doesn’t respect you?
Don’t let sex be an apology that your heart didn’t give your body permission to give.
Mike Reid, Dear Woman // I relate to this on a spiritual level
“In a world where
almost every woman,
feels like she has to be just a little bit prettier,
a little bit skinner,
a little bit stronger,
a little more perfect,
a little less real.
She needs a man.
A man with arms like water.
Soft enough to wash away her insecurities.
But strong enough to carry her burdens.
With hands like German shepherds.
Big enough to bury her face in when she can’t keep it together.
But loyal enough to never turn against her.
His lips are like cotton.
Soft enough to kiss her most fragile of body parts.
But strong enough to speak confidence into her soul.
It is with this man, That she will be her unapologetic self.
Where 3 extra pounds are just an opportunity to love you 3 times as much,
Where 3 bumps on your face are only proof that God still is still working on his masterpiece he calls you beauty.
Where stretch marks are tiger stripes to scare away any man that can’t handle a woman who’s still growing.
Where her tears aren’t reason for you to run. But a confirmation that she feels comfortable enough around you to let her guard down….. Can you handle that?”
- Mike Reid