He ain't no fairytale

He's neon lights

Babe I'm way too drunk to drive

Won't hold my hand

And gone by the sunrise

This ain't no Romeo and Juliet

And mama raised me better but I forget

that Anytime that I look in his eyes

With my rose colored glasses

I can't just call it what it is

He pulls me in I taste the whiskey and Mary Jane left on his lips

And I wonder if I'll ever be enough for a Sunday morning kiss

But she's the reason that he's getting high

And I'm just the drug that helps him forget

I ain't a fool

I know it ain't no fun

Being the girl after the one

But I just can't seem to let him go

His life of the party act don't hide

The fact that he's got broken eyes

But he likes how I pretend that I don't know

With my rose colored glasses

I can't just call it what it is

He pulls me in I taste the whiskey and Mary Jane left on his lips

And I wonder if I'll ever be enough for a Sunday morning kiss

But she's the reason that he's getting high

And I'm just the drug that helps him forget

Take off my rose colored glasses

I'll just call it like it is

He wishes I was her

And God how I wish that I was his

And I don't think I'll ever be enough for a Sunday morning kiss

Now he's the reason I get high

guess I'll just take what I can get