| So tell me, do you burn for him |
| Like I burn for you? |
| This shit is getting old |
| I’m sick of being on my own |
| So tell me, do you |
| Baby, tell me that you care |
| I wanna hear it once or twice |
| Or a thousand times again |
| I’m a mess without you here |
| Making choices that I never make without you |
| Tell me, what was it again |
| That you wore on your wrists around me? |
| Was it Burberry or Chanel? |
| I can’t remember now |
| But that smell is filling someone else’s lungs |
| So tell me, do you burn for him |
| Like I burn for you? |
| This shit is getting old |
| I’m sick of being on my own |
| So tell me, do you burn for him |
| Like I burn for you? |
| This shit is getting old |
| I’m sick of being on my own |
| My mind’s a hopeless wreck |
| And I’m looking for your sympathy |
| Come kiss my misery |
| Like a wick without a flame |
| I’m just waiting for you to light me up |
| Oh, just remind me one more time what you said |
| On that rainy evening when I couldn’t tell between |
| The raindrops and the streams of mascara running down your coverup |
| So tell me, do you burn for him |
| Like I burn for you? |
| This shit is getting old |
| I’m sick of being on my own |
| So tell me, do you burn for him |
| Like I burn for you? |
| I’m sick of being on my own |
| You’re probably falling more in love with him |
| The bitter winds, they blow the embers in me |
| 'Til I catch on fire |