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

作词：Fiona Apple

作曲：Fiona Apple

Those boom times when bust

My feet of clay they＇ve dried to dust

But it isn＇t the red we painted

And that signature thing that we 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

And that what isn＇t the red we painted

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