Those boon times went bust 
My feet of clay, they dried to dust 
The red isn't the red we painted 
It's [bad word] 
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'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 [bad word] 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 boon times went bust 
My feet of clay, they dried to dust 
The red isn't the red we painted 
It's [bad word] 
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