Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) Fiona Apple

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[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night?
And keep on lettin' 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

[Verse 2]
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 growin' harrowin'
I should have no trouble now to keep from following

[Chorus]
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night?
And keep on lettin' 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

[Verse 3]
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