and you hide away and find your piece of mind with some indie record that's much cooler than mine

I know general things about love. How to treat people well, what you deserve and when to walk away. Other than that, love is a big mystery - and that’s why I love to write about it.

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 never met. But loving him was red.

And we’re running with blood on our knees