Tymps Lyrics - Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple

Those boom times went bust 

My feet of clay, they've dried to dust 

The red isn't the red we painted, 

It's... just... rust 

And the signature thing 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 

Those boom times went bust 

my feet of clay, they dried to dust 

The red isn't the red we painted 

It's... just... rust 

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