The heat, the flame, ( yeah it’s warm ) but I get burned all the same drawn in like a moth to your flame ( see it now) Cause our light, somehow … is the same (Neither to blame) (nah) But I get burned… all the same Never meant to be an us… (a shame….) (a crying shame ) Caught in the cross hairs of my aim Never my intent to cause any pain Never meant to be another of your, groupy dames, Fantasy now feels, pretty lame Found a safer game, Use a Pen name To move thru the shame… the heart pain Made the Hall of fame, for the longest waiting game drawn in like a moth to your flame (See it now) our light, somehow … is the same (Neither one to blame) (nah) But I get burned… all the same (a moth to a flame) (our light, somehow … the same) ( never meant to be an us ) (Made the Hall of Fame for the longest waiting game) Sick of the pain, almost free of the idea of you and me, Almost tame The heat, the flame, ( yeah it’s warm ) but I get burned all the same (just another of your groupy dames) ( maybe to you ) ( we’re all the same ) Sick of the pain, Almost free of the idea of you and me, Almost tame The heat, the flame, ( yeah it’s warm ) but I get burned all the same [outro]
