She was never yours to keep, yet
You think you want to love someone,
The moment you're feeling down,
The moment you see her smile and weep;

Dress her in red, I'd tell you,
Red like her lips, red as her mouth.
Your heart beats ever faster,
That's something that you could never ever doubt.

There are sayings you couldn't veer away from
Like a rudder gone pointless because of a storm.
The waves will trash, blunt and torment you,
Until your resolve has been steel formed.

Two strokes to midnight, gone she has been.
Too far from your reach, crossing no lines in between
Her head and your heart;
This was a pointless fight but a deadly thing.

Alcohol shouldn't have drowned you in a stupor,
Nor would the fumes of gas sticks dangling on the lip.
It should have been her bright eyes, her perfume
Or the little things she had let you keep.

She should have been there,
In your worst and in your best.
She could have still been the same one
Who carried the demons you ripped from your chest.

Your dark eyes cloud even more over,
Even if your face is calm and serene.
Then you simply watched her drift away
As you let yourself fade from the scene.

You are in love, I know it plain as day.
But who are you to change someone's mind,
If you were never even a part of it,
If she never even let you have a say?

I'll tell you again, dress her in red,
In the color your heart rages in,
The color of danger you revel and been
The color that makes you want to sin.

Dress her in red,
Like blood smeared on a white wall.
It would be the same color you'd take
If you stepped off and lead yourself to a fall.

Innocence will soon turn into dust -
Because in this game, we all have to pass.
Fail and lose, or win and take,
We never could be sure if it would last.

These last two questions
Now baffles me to the core.
If you read this, then I'm sorry,
I couldn't have said it before.

But what am I to you,
If I seem to be the one you turn to
When I'm not her,
When I could never be her.

Dress her in red, a color you'd always remember;
Something, everything that gives you a zest.
But please don't always let me pick up your ****** pieces
And take them back to the dark recesses of your chest.

Your gaze holds me back in fervor,
And I'll still want you to be okay.
Don't you dare dress me in red,
If she's the one you want to stay.