Testo Burn - Mr. Popular

Burn

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