Torn

You're a little late, and I'm already torn

Old self

I'd like to be my old self again

But I'm still trying to

find it

Again

Porque ahí estamos de nuevo, a mitad de la noche, bailando alrededor de la cocina a la luz del refrigerador.

Red

Losing him was blue like I've never known.

Missing him was dark grey, all alone. 

But loving him was red.

Y el miedo de que nunca me amaste a mí

o a nadie, o a nada:

está consumiéndome.