Tymps (the Sick In The Head Song)
Fiona Apple
Intro: Those boon times went bust -My feet of clay they dried to dust The red isn’t the red we painted It’s just rust 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 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