Rose Colored Lenses

A F#m A When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended E C#m A 11 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses E A E When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed A B A And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic F# A D A Maybe it’s another sign, it always was with us C#m D F#m E D F# E D But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved D E D When we’re always wasted on the feelings of what we pretended F#m A 30 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses E D When even the most drowsy summers still remain sunkissed F#m E D And the coldest winters are the ones that become nostalgic C#m D No one else cuts these wrists, it’s always me I fight F# E D No one else chooses these thoughts I have at night F#m D C#m G#m F#m C#m A G#m D But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved, aaa, aaa, aaa, aaa F#m A C#m D When we’re always wasted on the feeling of what we pretended F#m E D 60 years old, a clean slate, and rose-colored lenses F#m E D No one else does it like I do F# E C#m F#m A D A D But no one really sleeps alone when you are loved