Lyrics

When you wonder if I think about you
Well I definitely do
Should I have to come and ask about you
If you tell me you’re all good

Just can’t stand guessing games and,
Stony, stoic version of the truth
So less pretending, darling
Grab the phone I’m coming home to you

And if you tell me you don’t feel about it
Well I’ll honor that and go
Was I s’posed to doubt you’re being honest
Was I s’posed to call your bluff

So how about mending all this
All the holes in the stories we believe
And how about tending our gardens
And finding out what’s hidden in the weeds

So less pretending, darling

So less pretending, So less pretending,
So less pretending, darling
Grab the phone, I’m coming home to you