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