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