Tymps (The Sick In The Head Song) Songtext / Lyric

Those boom times went bust

My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isn't the red we painted, it's

Just, rust

And the 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 might be 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 might be 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 boom 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 might be 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