Out Of My Book

We sat by ourselves, still looking for company
There could have been peace but that eluded me
All I could think of was what was on your mind
You tried to be kind but I blocked your feelings
Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room and cry
You tried to make me one
But I always hide when there's a glimpse of sun.

Running along in sunlight meadows
Your eyes were never more than half closed
Through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you
I tried to be true to the way that you thought I ought to be
But in spite of all my efforts, I failed
I tried to make you see
But your eyes are blind to all but the bad in me.

What do you think I mean when I say that I need you?
How am I supposed to seem when we hit another problem
And the answers are all torn from my book?

Our lives are on paths, we just can't control
We can grow closer as we get old
Can you imagine us as we adjust?
Can you imagine us getting near eighty? We live more sedately
Still hoping the dreams will come true
We'll try to be secure but I'm of uncertain mind
And how can I be sure? How can I be sure?