I sense that you don’t trust me,
that you don’t believe I’m real.
That you don’t think that what I show
is truly how I feel.
I sense your deep set scepticism
and I feel all your doubts,
but, honey, if that’s all you have
then what are we about?
If you won’t ever trust me,
never take me at my word,
you won’t believe a thing I say
over anything you’ve heard.
If you cannot look in my eyes
and trust what you can see,
then, honey, there is no more ‘us’
then it’s just you and me.