Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they've 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 ing

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 ing, 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 boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they've 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 ing

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