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 that 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
'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