Tymps (The Sick In the Head Song)

Those boom times went bust

My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isn't the red we painted, it's just rust

And that signature thing that used to bring the 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

The red isn't the red we painted, it's just rust

And that signature thing that used to bring the 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