Red
I haven't slept the past two days. But that's okay.
I like to cry. You know I don't like daylight anyway.
Our talk about the weather and the schoolday show that we care.
Like a sound I didn't notice.
Until it stopped and left me there.
All the cars in parking lots of bars I know. Nice shoes on the floor.
Remind me of you a month ago.
I see your truck still parked outside the front door.
It's all on the table.
We could be perfect-But I's 1 AM: Just me awake. I'm writing in bed.
I was thinking. And if you were a color baby you'd be RED.
Firecrackers on the sidewalk
Passion.Power.Smoke.Fire.
Red is the shadow that bleeds from the sun.
And the dark is probably jealous of you.
Becasue even on Sunday, Red is never Blue.
Always/Faster/Forever/After
I haven't slept the past four days. But thats okay. I hope you never lie.
Counting on our future, you know how I felt anyway.
Nervous and anxious. It really counts htis time.
Let our hatred and affection march in a straight line.
It'll all be fine right?-But it's 3 AM: Just me awake. Still Writing in bed.
And even though it's easy, I love you when you're RED.
Later on, cold in night, when everyone's gone.
When RED is tired and needing rest.
Rest Assured I saved you the best.
Youy're the only one I've ever seen.
When we kiss you know what I mean.
If we get home and fires no longer burn.
What will you do?
As your RED fades away, and you think that happened so fast.
I'll stay. Take your time.
i'll love you after your RED is all washed away.
Copyright © Kelsi Borst | Year Posted 2005
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