Burn - Mr. Popular

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