Those boom times when bust   My feet of clay, they've dried to dust   But it isn't the red we painted,   It's... just... rust   And 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      Those boom times went bust   my feet of clay, they dried to dust   And 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   I sure hope that's it