Lov ing him is like (Bb)driv ing a new Ma ser a (Dm)ti down a dead end street.

(Bb)Fast er than the wind, pas sion (Dm)ate as sin, end ing so (C)sud den ly.

Lov ing him is like (Bb)try’n’ to change your mind once you’re (Dm)al read y fly’n’ through the free fall,

like the (Bb)col ours in au tumn so bright, just be fore they lose it all.

Los ing him was (Bb)blue like I’d nev er known, miss ing him was (C)dark grey, all a lone.

For get ting him was (Bb)like try’n’ to know some bod y you nev er met.

But lov ing him was (Bb)red.

Lov ing him was (Bb)red.