Its 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 don't light it on fire
I'm the perfect picturer of perfect fool
You're out doing what I wanted you to
I'm in the heartbreak hotel and there's a desk clerk for hire
My hear is a flame that pains me
If I do not light it on fire
How can I tell you
Just how I feel
How can you make someone stay and
How do you know whats staying is real
I was the one full of whiskey and talk
I was the one with the skip in my walk
You say that truth hurts yeah well so does a liar
My heart is a flame that pains me
If I do not light it on fire