Rose Colored Glasses

A blue sweater And a brown battered bag are on the porch A knowledge that complacency is worse A strong feeling An unwillingness to acknowledge what can hurt I just don't know what my heart could be worth And I feel you too And I know That everything is honest in the caverns of my mind Rose colored glasses are unkind Did you feel it? The moment when it started to fall apart? I couldn't say if my heart was the spark A wrong belief That a single solitary week was worse That honesty was second to the hurt And I feel you too And I know That everything is honest in the caverns of my mind Rose colored glasses are unkind And I feel you too And I know That everything is precious and it all has been designed But rose colored glasses are unkind Rose colored glasses are unkind Rose colored glasses are unkind