Tymps (The Sick In The Head Song) lyrics
by Fiona Apple



Those boon times went bust

My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isn't the red we painted

Its 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'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 thats it



I knew that to keep in touch

Would do me deep in dutch

Cuz it isn't the rush of remembering

Its just mush

And the 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 thats it



Those boon times went bust

My feet of clay, they dried to dust

The red isn't the red we painted

Its 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'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


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