Red is my favorite color Red like your mother's eyes after a while Of crying about how you don't love her She says, "I know I don't deserve supervised sight of her But each day becomes a blur without my daughter" Fall is my favorite season like falling to reasoning why She crashed from on high She says, "Why is my life so uneven? And what have I done right but given you your life If after I led you on into that bar room Into that bar room" Yes is my favorite answer I took a dancer home, she felt so alone We stayed up all night in the kitchen doing my dishes On and on till the dawn She said, "I know it's easy to have me But I have seen some things that I cannot even tell to my family pictures And I'm full of fictions and f**ing addictions and I miss my mother" She'll never know I could never forget her If I could write her a letter I'd try with every line To say she still remembers your touch And I know that it's not much I know that it's not much I know that it's not much, but you still haven't lost her You still haven't lost her You still haven't lost her You still haven't lost her Not yet