Rosy Glasses

I'm not mad I wish I was
'Cause they all say hate is the antidote to love
I'm not mad you walked away
Just wish you had the guts to say it

Gotta look away
'Cause my rosy glasses fetishizing the past and
Gotta look away
'Cause my nerve endings raw with saccharine dreams

Wish I saw it coming
Could've hopped the train
And started running
With my pride and my ego in tow
As if I had some place to go
But instead you hit me when I was down
But instead you socked me in the gut
Arms up eyes shut

Gotta look away
'Cause my rosy glasses fetishizing the past and
Gotta look away
'Cause my nerve endings raw with saccharine dreams

On the day
Before you walked away
I was happy
I was happy with someone who wasn't
What does that say about me
Can't stop staring straight into the sun
My eyes red leading my body dumb

Gotta look away
'Cause my rosy glasses obscuring the fact that
You just walked away
And my nerve endings feeding on old dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Yarkin
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