Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end streetFaster than the wind,

passionate as sin, ending so suddenlyLoving him is like trying to change your mind once youre
already flying through the free fallLike the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue, like Ive never knownMissing him was dark grey, all aloneForgetting him
was like trying to know somebody you never metBut loving him was redLoving him was red
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in ront of youMemorizing
him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite songFighting with him was like
trying to solve a crossword and realizing theres no right answerRegretting him was like wishing
youd never found out that love could be that strong
Losing him was blue, like Ive never knownMissing him was dark grey, all aloneForgetting him
was like trying to know somebody you never metBut loving him was redLoving him was red
Oh, redBurning red
Remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoesTell myself its time now, gotta let goBut
moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my headBurning redLoving him was
red
Oh, losing him was blue, like Ive never knownMissing him was dark grey, all aloneForgetting
him was like trying to know somebody you never metCause loving him was redYeah, yeah
redBurning red
And thats why hes spinning round in my headComes back to me, burning redYeah, yeahHis
love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street