Rose colored glasses glued to my face when she
Always came around, attaching memories to these sounds
Dimming the flashes from the Polaroids I took
Inside my head, but I'll forget the words she said
And so she goes, leaving those aspirations
And so she goes, free from those conversations
And she faced the window driving back on Main Street
And I'll keep my cards close whenever someone's near me
And so she goes, leaving thosе aspirations
And so she goes, free from those convеrsations
