“Red”

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in Autumn so bright just before they lose it all.

Losing him was blue like I’d never known,
Missing him, was dark grey all alone.
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met.
But loving him was red.
Loving him was red.

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you.
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer.
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong.

Losing him was blue like I’d never known,
Missing him, was dark grey all alone.
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met.
But loving him was red…
burning red.

Remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoes
Tell myself it’s time now gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head
Burning red.

Loving him was red.

Losing him was blue like I’d never known,
Missing him, was dark grey all alone.
Forgetting him is like trying to know somebody you never met.
Cause loving him was red
Burning red.

And that’s why he’s spinning round in my head
comes back to me burning red.

His love was driving a new Maserati down a dead end street.