So, what, then?

In the mornings, I can feel you fade
As if you're afraid of the sun
And the day drags on without

You've never lied to me,
So what, then, must these dreams mean?

I lay my head down and pull the covers tight
There you are, waiting.
Like I never left; like you're still home

But you've never lied with me,
So what, then, must this feeling mean?

And I can't sleep with you here
My mind constantly creating moments
To make me love you more.

But I've never loved you,
So what, then, must I really believe?