Raw

I'll always remember the famous red paint

The smirk that drifted off your face

When we wrote about all of our doubts

On future endeavours

We allowed my microphone to scream aloud our sins

And your guitar lines to blend feelings

It was this guilt driven standard way of living

Both never clean forgetting memories

And the Coldplay song that allowed me to see

We could never talk when we were sober

And now its over

Smoking the puff with no worries to stop