thoughts of the brokenhearted

red

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 colours in autumn so bright just before they lose it all

losing him was blue like ive 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 realising all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

memorising him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favourite song

fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realising 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 ive 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

oh red

burning red

remembering him comes in flashbacks and 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