My Rose Colored Friend

Whoa, that one's a ghost
She couldn't be counted on
Even for a little while
I expected less and got even less
She's about as dependable as a pussycat

That one's a ghost
This one's so familiar
The tears and the proclamations
Were maybe well-intentioned
But the time to cry has passed him by

All he wants is a straight story from somebody
All he wants is a straight story from somebody

They care this much and they do
In the long, long nights, I'll be right next to you
Repeat yourself to yourself
So you can hear []
You're gonna be
They care this much and they do
They care so much

You needn't say anything
I'm fine in your silence
I don't need everything
I'd just rather stop wondering

All he wants is a straight story from somebody
All he wants is a straight story from somebody

That one's a ghost
This one's so familiar
They care this much, they do
They care this much

Now there's no time like your time
Use it wisely, I'll bet you do
You're my rose colored friend
I see everything through you
You're my rose colored friend
I see everything through you