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

(Re-eh-eh-eh-eh-ed)

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
But loving him was red
Loving him was red

(Re-eh-eh-eh-eh-ed)

Oh, red
Burning red

(Reh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ed)

Remembering [bad word] 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

Oh, 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
‘Cause loving him was red

(Reh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ed)

Yeah, yeah red
Burning red

(Reh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ed)

And that’s why he’s spinning round in my head [bad word] back to me, burning red
Yeah, yeah
His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street