Rose Tint

The weeks slip by An uneventful day And so I'll sit myself down and write to you Of a time we shared way back But please don't listen To what I say Because I can't distract myself from memories To be honest about them today And by now you should know About this habit of mine Where rose-tinting all of my memories Is my favourite pastime And oh I fear You don't deserve this To be the victim of my fantasies When it occurs to me to reminisce My dear, what's this? Here we go again Snapshot memories and Polaroids We look so happy then So in this image I might indulge But you need not worry about me, m'dear Cause I've got my own world And by now you should know About this habit of mine Where rose-tinting all of my memories Is my favourite pastime And oh I fear You don't deserve this To be the victim of my fantasies When it occurs to me to reminisce