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Punching that time clock, steel in my hands
Paying for dinners and the big weekend plans
Fairy smile, high heels, lipstick alibis
Told me I was crazy while she rewrote the lies
Wildfire weekends, gasoline kisses
I missed the smoke alarms and all the near misses
I kept patching up fences that I didn't break
Forgave one too many times for my own heart's sake
Red flags look like roses in the neon glow
I was blinded by the sexy till the truth said no
Gave two dozen second chances I could never afford
Got a pocket full of lessons I can't return to the store
I'm marching to the beat of my worn out boots
Singing twelve bar freedom with a backbone root
I'm doing fine on my own, that's the life I choose
Red flags look like roses, not anymore
Queen of the story, where she's never wrong
Took my Sunday calm, turned it into a storm
Gaslight, she's right, shadows on the wall
Said the dark was daylight just to watch me fall
Sexy as a promise with the ink still wet
I kept cashing I O U s, I never should have met
Loved the wild in her eyes, missed the wreck in her wake
Forgave one too many times for my own heart's sake
Red flags look like roses in the neon glow
I was blinded by the sexy till the truth said no
Gave two dozen second chances I could never afford
Got a pocket full of lessons I can't return to the store
I'm marching to the beat of my worn out boots
Singing twelve bar freedom with a backbone root
I'm doing fine on my own, that's the life I choose
Red flags look like roses, not anymore
She's a siren in sequins, sweet talk sugar cane
Kissed like summer thunder, left me standing in the rain
She could dodge any mirror, never owned her part
Left me holding broken glass, bleeding from my heart
Now it's me and the moon and a long dirt road
Peace rides shotgun where the drama used to go
I used to think every new love wore the same disguise
But maybe it was me loving fire over wise
Still I keep one Sunday chair at my kitchen table
For a good hearted woman, strong, kind and able
Old school truth like my mama and her ma before
Eyes that meet your eyes and keep their word shore to shore
Red flags look like roses in the neon glow
I was blinded by the sexy till the truth said no
Gave two dozen second chances I could never afford
Got a pocket full of lessons I can't return to the store
I'm marching to the beat of my worn out boots
Singing 12 bar freedom with a backbone root
I'm doing fine on my own, that's the life I choose
Red flags look like roses, not anymore
Not anymore, no not anymore
Play me truth over sexy, that's what my heart's for