Rose-Colored Glasses

You're turning on the stove again, what say you?
Feeling scared of home again you'll come to, I promise you
But you don't have good reason, tell me why
Baby, you don't need his problems on your mind

There's something strange and beautiful about the way you hide your face
Something so beautiful about finding peace in disgrace
Finding love's a crucible and you're stuck on second base
Stuck in a cubicle where happiness is a race
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You're staying away again circumvent
Sitting, sleeping, thinking on what he said, and what he meant
That you can't have her waistline, or her hips
Baby, you work that shit night job for the tips

There's something strange and beautiful about the way you hide your face
Something so beautiful about finding peace in disgrace
Finding love's a crucible and you're stuck on second base
Stuck in a cubicle where happiness is a race
Erase



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Writer(s): Levi Jones
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