Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isnt the red we painted

Its just rust
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following

I have troble 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 sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him

I sure hope thats it

I knew that to keep in touch

Would do me deep in dutch
Cuz it isnt the rush of remembering
Its just mush

And the signature thing
Is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now

To keep from followinig

So why did I kiss him so hard

Late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either sick in the head

I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thats it


Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isnt the red we painted
Its just rust
And the signature thing

That used to bring a following
I have troble 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 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 thats it