Those boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isnt the red we painted Its just rust And the signature thing That used to bring a following I have troble now Even rememberingSo why did I kiss him so hard Late last friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either sick in the head I need to be bled dry, to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope thats itI knew that to keep in touch Would do me deep in dutch Cuz it isnt the rush of remembering Its just mush And the signature thing Is only growing harrowing I should have no trouble now To keep from followinigSo why did I kiss him so hard Late last friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either sick in the head I need to be bled dry, to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope thats itThose boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isnt the red we painted Its just rust And the signature thing That used to bring a following I have troble now Even rememberingSo why did I kiss him so hard Late last friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either 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 thats it