Foreigner

You looked down at your cup and you won’t look back up
It’s the last time I saw your eyes
I’d forgotten their color, their shape, and their flutter
It’s been that long since you’d looked in mine
And there’s a lover in my head
And there’s a stranger in my bed
And I won’t know until the morning comes
You started to lose all your color, all your proof
And I’ve wondered if you’ve moved on
Those brown eyes in the morn', that tee shirt that I adore
That terrible haircut
And there’s a lover in my head
And there’s a stranger in my bed
I thought I knew those eyes
But there’s a foreigner inside
See I had this thought that we’d pick up where we left off
But it turns out I was a fool
When I came to visit you I barely recognized you
Under your new neighborhood
And there’s a lover in my head
And there’s a stranger in my bed
Thought I knew his eyes
But there’s a foreigner inside