Fiona Apple - Tymps the sick in the head song

Those^Bbm boon times wen^G#t bust -My feet of clay, they dried to dust ^F#The red isn't the red we painted ^GmIt's just ^Drust

^BbmAnd that signature thing -T^G#hat used to bring a following ^F#I have trouble now^Gm, even re^Dmembering

^GmSo why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night And keep on^A# letting him change all my plans ^D#I'm either so sick in the head ^FI need to be bled dry, to quit ^BmOr I just really ^Cused to love him^Gm -I ^Dsure hope^Gm that's it

I kne^Bbmw that to kee^G#p in touch would do me deep in dutch ^F#'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, ^GmIt’s jus^Dt mush

^BbmAnd that signature th^G#ing is only growing harrowing ^F#I should have no trouble now t^Gmo keep fr^Dom following

^GmSo why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night And keep on^A# letting him change all my plans ^D#I'm either so sick in the head ^FI need to be bled dry, to quit ^BmOr I just really ^Cused to love him^Gm -I ^Dsure hope^Gm that's it