Rose-colored times

Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
Shabby tried to comb her hair with the gift from her grandma
Her blood tangled she got halfway
Sticky and powdered with dirt from the ground where her mamma
had left her
Had left her, had left her

Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide

Rusty the screen door, she opened it
Raised from the ground
Mamma left me her ring, mamma left me no family
Just barstools, and boyfriends, and whiskey at nighttime, and
bedtime
Bedtime, bedtime, bedtime

I'll go with the man who looks like my father
The neighbors all tell me to go with him
He better take caution, he better take care of me
'Cause if he don't, he better beware of me

Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide
With your eyes open wide, with your eyes open wide
Wide, wide, wide, eyes open wide