Fiona Apple - Tymps (The Sick In The Head Song) lyrics

Those boon times went bust

My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isn't the red we painted

It's just rust

And the 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

I sure hope that's it

I knew that to keep in touch

Would do me deep in dutch

Cuz it isn't the rush of remembering

Its just mush

And the 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 boon times went bust

My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isn't the red we painted

Its just rust

And the 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