by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

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’ve never met

But loving him was red
Loving him was red

Touching him is 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 love could be that strong

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

Cause love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street

Taylor Swift – Red