Loving him is like driving a new
Maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending 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've 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 ront 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'd never found out that love could be that strong
Losing him was blue, like I've never known
Missing him was dark grey, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
loving him was red
But loving him was 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
Losing him was blue, like I've never known
Missing him was dark grey, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
loving him was red
But loving him was red
And that's why he's spinning around in my head
His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street
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