The proof is in the bottle, love, that’s all it means to me,

The truth is in the proof, babe, I worked so damned hard for this

to say I belong to me.

Watch me say it loud and proud, here’s the proof,

shall I proclaim and confess this staggering truth

that my truth don’t look like yours in the mirror

You’re a lifetime away, living, happy, real

never looking back with no need to see what I see

know what I knew, or how I feel.

I belong to me, and it’s 92 percent real.

All the rest is just a ransom note when it oughta be poetry.