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