Those boon times went bust. My feet of clay they dried to dust. The red isn't the red we painted. Its 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 so sick in the head. I need to be bled dry to quit. Or I just really used to love him. I sure hope thats it. I knew that to keep in touch. Would do me deep in dutch. Cuz it isn't the rush of remembering. Its 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 so sick in the head. I need to be bled dry to quit. Or I just really used to love him. I sure hope thats it. Those boon times went bust. My feet of clay they dried to dust. The red isn't the red we painted. Its 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 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