Karaoké Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) Fiona Apple

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 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 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

'Cos it isn't the rush of remembering it's 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 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 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 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