Rose Colored Lenses

We're always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended
11 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses
Even the most drowsy summers still remain sun kissed
And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic

Maybe it's another sign, it always was with us
But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved

When we're always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended
30 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses
Even the most drowsy summers still remain sun kissed
And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic

No one else cuts these wrists, it's always me I fight
No one else chooses these thoughts I have at night
But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved

We're always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended
60 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses

No one else does it like I do
But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Goodard
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