Red Flags

Lately I’ve been thinking I might leave
I just need some sort of sign
I need more than these broken love songs
More than sad songs ‘til we die

Because it’s hard for me to see
There are problems here at all
You know when you’re too close to the issues
Solutions are hard to find at all

Oh
With your rose colored glass
It's hard to see the flags
It's hard to see your Red Flags (Red Flags)

Oh
With your rose colored glass
It's hard to see the flags
It's hard to see your Red Flags (Red Flags)

Lately I’ve been thinking I might leave
I just need some sort of sign
I need more than these broken love songs
More than sad songs ‘til we die

I can feel the stone below me, and I’m guessing that it’s rock bottom
But I don’t want to get out, so I’m clawing at the bottom
Breaking my fingers in an attempt to make this work, feeling gagged
Ignoring promises you used to make, ignore your red flags, like

Oh
With your rose colored glass
It's hard to see the flags
It's hard to see your Red Flags (Red Flags)

Oh
With your rose colored glass
It's hard to see the flags
It's hard to see your Red Flags (Red Flags)