Used To Love Him Songtext / Lyric

Those boon times went bust

My feet of clay, they've dried to dust

But it isn't the red we painted,

It's... just... rust

That signature thing that we 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



Sometimes

When I bust my feet of clay, they dried to dust

That what 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