Rose Colored Lenses - Eliza Grace

When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended

11 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses

When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed

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

When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed

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

When we’re always wasted on the feeling of what we pretended

60 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses

When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed

And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic

No one else does it like I do

But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved