All the ghosts that broke my heart

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