Blind

Quarrelling and quivering Coming out and coming in Pretending that I knew you once A conversation every month Marriages and melancholy Steeples, sex and wine so holy Horrid lines drawn in the deep You follow visions while you sleep This could send me spiteful This could turn me kind You won't guilt me into nothing I'll pretend I'm blind, blind I'll pretend I'm blind Battling and bottling All that this frustration brings Everything I said you'd hold Is all that's empty in your soul Riddling and rambling All you say is not what it seems And I'm supposed to know you best You make me feel I know you less This could send me spiteful This could turn me kind You won't guilt me into nothing I'll pretend I'm blind, blind I'll pretend I'm blind This could send me spiteful This could turn me kind You won't guilt me into nothing I'll pretend I'm blind, blind I'll pretend I'm blind