Gaby

This Red Flame Is turning Blue,
Thats the case with Memories of you.
That Cigarette in your hands is burning to the tip
and now your pressing it to your sweet painted lip

I think I use to know you.
This much is true.
and now the more I see
the Less I want
I think I use to know you.

In a yard burning pictures
In my room burning wishes
Getting drunk on new years eve
and then I begged you to never leave.

I think I use to know you.
That much Is true
Hell I still love you
and I did love you on nights so few.
I use to know you

but if you ever get sick of
dancing every night
doing coke to live up to the hype
or your drunken nights
I'm still here waiting to say
I love you baby