Now you've gone

And you've taken your red with you

All that passion and anger and love

You used to burn so bright

That I could almost believe I had a flame of my own

Who am I kidding

I did believe it

But now I'm left in my blue

My confusion and sadness

And regret

And I miss it

But I guess I do burn

Blue is the hottest part of the flame

And that makes sense

Because I'm missing your sparks

But I can feel my blood pumping like molten silver

Turning me to ash from the inside out.