Blindsighted
Looking back at you
there were things I believed
truths I did subdue
there were things I'd pretend
things I never knew
Waiting for an answer
you'd subtly define
thinking of the future
you'd carefully decline
so was I wrong
wrong to think of you as mine
my pretty baby
I must've been looking at you blind
Waiting for an answer
you'd dutifully refine
working from the unknown
tangled in your vine
so was I wrong
wrong to think of you as mine
my pretty baby
I must've been looking at you blind.
