Foreign Heart

She wants me to play with the fire

And to pony up the difference between her heart and mine

Our love was a thing to admire

At the wake, we paid our last respects

From front of the line

Foreign hearts spell out the sordid details

Maybe skip a beat or two

But so much more honest than me and you

So don't stop mid-sentence and say

"Don't worry, baby, it's okay"

I wanna hear it till we're through

My foreign heart may know you better than I do

She wants me to soften the blow

And also make her feel as though I cannot stomach the wound

My new love had wanted to know

Are you really on the rebound as some people assume?

Foreign hearts spilling their guts like treason

Maybe butcher a word or two

But so much more honest than me and you

So don't stop mid-sentence and say

"Don't worry, baby, it's okay"

You're gonna hear it till we're through

Your foreign heart may know me better than you do

Rationality is nice, but you're paying for the price

Took a loan so I could splurge, and the interest is absurd

It's a turn-off, it's a trap

It's a wheelchair on your lap

And how it hurts to hear the truth

From a foreign heart that knows you better than you do yourself

I wanted to play with the fire

I wanted to soften the blow

I wanted to play with the fire

I wanted to soften the blow

I wanted to play with the fire