Songtext von Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)

Those boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust But it isn't the red we painted It's just rust 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 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 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 Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it