Light It Up Red

Travis
Red. You could say it’s my favorite color.
There’s nothing like seeing the lights go red after I’ve scored a goal.
The red she paints her lips, f***ing hypnotizing.
That’s the image I choose to focus on now.
It’s a hell of a lot better than the red of the blood currently staining my shirt. Or the red of the flashing lights surrounding me.
When I wake up in a hospital bed, my first thought is those red lips and the girl who owns them.
Except she’s not here.

Travis
Red. You could say it’s my favorite color.
There’s nothing like seeing the lights go red after I’ve scored a goal.
The red she paints her lips, f***ing hypnotizing.
That’s the image I choose to focus on now.
It’s a hell of a lot better than the red of the blood currently staining my shirt. Or the red of the flashing lights surrounding me.
When I wake up in a hospital bed, my first thought is those red lips and the girl who owns them.
Except she’s not here.