Red is the color of the flowersnthat we placed on your grave today.nIm not gunna pretend like we were friends.nAs the friction begins to slip.nnI'll race you to the finish linenif you promise just to smile.nAfter all it's not that latenyou don’t have to go home right now. nnLate night and two best friends chattingnabout their seminars.nBeing young and being stupidnhurling things at cars.nnAnd so the dollar bill has taken it's place. nHow it influences your ways. nnAnd yeah it can be oh so hardnto accept the factnThat you were only 16nnAnd yeah it can be oh so hardnwhen your swimming against the current.nShe's telling me not to worry.nIm in a hurry.