Rose Coloured Glasses

As the time passes My rose colored glasses Have picked up some scratches Wearing them anymore Leaves me quite unsure And though a bit pensive See, I've got darker lenses They cover up my eyes In the duller times When I get high And it doesn't quite matter If I get much sadder Its the day to day refrain The same old same That will burn the brain away Are you ready for another ordinary, boring story that you've heard some time before? Are you ready for another worried, blurry, slurry wording of some story that you've heard A million times A million times A million times Before?