it's four a.m., i'm drunk and alone
trying to call you on a public phone.
i wanted passion, i wanted desire.
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it on fire.
you're out doing what i wanted you to
i'm the perfect picture of a perfect fool.
my heart is a flame that pains me
i'm in the heartbreak hotel and there's a desk clerk for hire.
if i do not light it on fire.
just how it feels.
how can i tell you
how do you make love stay
and how do you know if what's staying is real.
i was the one full of whiskey and talk.
my heart is a flame that pains me
you say the truth hurts, yeah well, so does a liar.
i was the one with the skip in his walk.
if i do not light it on fire.