#8

I've always been scared of honeymoon phases
That perfect illusion that everyone chases
Where everything's wonderful, nothing goes wrong
'Til you realize, really, you don't get along

But with you I didn't mind taking my chances
Started to see you through rose-colored glasses
I couldn't help it, it's involuntary
Yet somehow it didn't feel reckless or scary

Well the rose-colored glasses are losing their hue
And by this time you might think that I would be sick of you
I tend to get restless, wait for something new
And it isn't new
But it's still you

And love isn't all about passion and violence
There's something to be said about comfortable silence
And I couldn't care less about whatever we do
'Cause no matter what happens, I'm happy with you

I sing you to sleep and you text me good morning
Always the same, but it never gets boring
And I can't wait for the day when we have our own place
And I get to wake up to your beautiful face

Well the rose-colored glasses are losing their hue
And by this time you might think that I would be sick of you
I tend to get restless, wait for something new
And it isn't new
But it's still you

I felt something different the moment I met her
But I needed some time to get my shit together
She says I'm the best but I know that she's better
And it may be soon but I want her forever

Back in December, I swore nothing mattered
I've written 8 songs now, there's no going backward
I never could've imagined
So certain that nothing would happen

Well the rose-colored glasses are losing their hue
But don't be surprised if I never get sick of you
I tend to get restless, wait for something new
And it isn't new
But it's still you