Fiona Apple - Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) Lyrics

Fiona Apple
Extraordinary Machine
Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)
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