Tymps

Those boom times went bust
My feet of clay, they've dried to dust
The red isn't the red we painted,
It's... just... rust
And the signature thing used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even rememberingSo 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 itI 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 followingSo 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 itThose boom times went bust
my feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn't the red we painted
It's... just... rust
That signature thing that used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even rememberingSo 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