Burning Up

Do you miss him More than you miss me 'Cause I miss you And I'll miss you still tomorrow Is he living now Closer to your door Does he lie sometimes On your selfish wooden floor But there's no time to waste I'm starting to taste Your hot-blooded tears As you start to cry And it's driving mad That you seem to be glad That there's now two of us That the crowd meets the mass Do you miss me More than you miss him Does he entice you By reading you a poem Are we growing old 'Cause we still look like children But I've known you From Thursday through December But the flock on the streets They forget their own feet They're just walking around With no one to meet Am I facing the facts Or turning the record Am I fading away In your soft-spoken echo Am I burning up Cause you know that I miss you And I'll miss you still tomorrow