Lyric Tymps (the sick in the head song)

Those boom times when bust
My feet of clay, they ve dried to dust
But it isn t the red we painted,
It s... just... rust
And that signature thing that we used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that s it

I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch
Cause it isn t the rush of remembering, it s just mush
And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now to keep from following

So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that s it

Those boom times went bust
my feet of clay, they dried to dust
And that what isn t the red we painted
It s... just... rust
That signature thing that used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that s it