Pink are my glasses

(But dreams are softer when they’re lies...) [Verse 1] Pink are my glasses, cracked at the rim, The world’s a watercolor bleeding at the edges. You say "the sky’s gone gray," but I just adjust the hue— Reality’s a stain I can undo. [Chorus] Rose-tinted, half-invented, I rewrite the endings in my head. The cracks are just prismatic— I’d rather be pretty than dead. [Verse 2] The newsprint smudges like mascara, Headlines dissolve in my soda’s fizz. You call it delusion, I call it survival— The truth’s too sharp for kids like us. [Bridge] [Glitched vocals, reverse guitar swells] “They say ‘Wake up, wake up!’ But dreams are softer when they’re lies. Pink are my glasses, black are my eyes— At least the flowers match the skies.” [Outro] Pink are my glasses… (Fade into warped vinyl static) (Pink are my glasses…) Pink are my glasses… (Pink are my glasses…) Pink are my glasses… But dreams are softer when they’re lies.