Rose Colored Lenses

We're always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended 11 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses Even the most drowsy summers still remain sun kissed 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 Even the most drowsy summers still remain sun kissed 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 We're always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended 60 years old, a clean slate, and rose colored lenses No one else does it like I do But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved