Rose Colored Glasses - Qreepz Remix

The tall, dark, and handsome always gets the girl
Thinking out loud, smiling, looking pretty
His lack of substance quenches her thirst
As a down-poured smirk is all that's necessary

To converse with her with his immersive worst
She's putty in his hands though he's just a jerk with flirts
It's not intelligence which captures her attention
More-so how far his fence spans once first observed

Forget intellectual challenge nor respectable talent
His face value balances to fit her curves
Too often we settle or the greenest of grass
No matter how its roots actually hit the curb

It's so damn easy to lie to yourself
When you only take the time to mind meld with Millennials
Obstinance is the most selfish
Way to turn yourself from a human into a sentinel

Put a pug upon a pedestal and he'll resemble
The greatest of Danes gaining the same medal
The middle class is separated by ages
Dog-tagged and rated by systematic ways we assemble

All books by their covers
Judgement laid on one another until their bindings crumble
No matter how how you look at it, us underdogs are asunder
Too often trumped, despite our strength in numbers

A partner, pardoning apartheid
Outlined by pages clipped from a calendar of the Far Side
Don't take my pessimism wrong, my friend
We've walked long enough to know where the sidewalk ends
And I'm horrified

They say the grass is always greener
It's not about their shades of blades nor height in centimeters

Their grass is always greener
Take a peek over their fence to find jealousy's demeanor

Their grass is always greener
And after gazing long enough our longing to graze makes us upset

We're unable to stare halfway, unless
We peer through pairs of Rose Colored Glasses

They say the glass is half full
It's not about the vacated space nor its volume in centiliters

Their glass is always half full
We subtract the full half and let the vacancy be the handful

It's just the way we look at it
Once the empty half is cracked
Would you even fully recognize the half of it?

Oh, how our perception is damaged
We'd be better off smashing these Rose Colored Glasses

This freckled, smart kid never got the girl
A skinny piece of parchment with an average build
I might as well've been a carcass, covered in filth
Cuddling darkness due to the way that I felt

When I turned 21 I still looked like I was 12
This made it hard to date anyone within my age bracket
Approaching girls during college days failed
Their rejection only tightened the bindings of my straight jacket

I felt evicted, socially restricted
A woeful victim, sunken deep into his shell
Never being elected, rarely taken seriously
Always conflicted me, letting this constriction prevail

Nose all runny feeling ugly and filled
With an anger and angst all encompassing guilt
A no show, stumbling way to the hills with no wind for his sails

Let the designs of greed play into detractors of finding peace
Watch these builders of the fence pilfer the expense from
The fight that blind mice lead

Draw conclusions until these awful delusions
Have you shut your eyes to see how others' lives might be
Better than yours, settling scores by
Calling the kettle black with a suicide type speech

Walk the coals when cold
Until the balls of your feet blister and scream from the cauterizing
Once the grass' roots recede, the glass'll crack in half
Spreading shards over lawns, authorizing

Gloom to stand half as tall than we tried to believe
And our previous slander will find its retreat
Once comparing's no longer a standard
I bet the bloom of roses planted will be one hell of a sight to see

They say the grass is always greener
It's not about their shades of blades nor height in centimeters

Their grass is always greener
Take a peek over their fence to find jealousy's demeanor

Their grass is always greener
And after gazing long enough our longing to graze makes us upset

We're unable to stare halfway, unless
We peer through pairs of Rose Colored Glasses

They say the glass is half full
It's not about the vacated space nor its volume in centiliters

Their glass is always half full
We subtract the full half and let the vacancy be the handful

It's just the way we look at it
Once the empty half is cracked
Would you even fully recognize the half of it?

Oh, how our perception is damaged
We'd be better off smashing these Rose Colored Glasses