Hearts don't break, people do

they say that it's your heart that hurts
when it lacks the love to make it work
your blood will boil, your chest will burst
your foolish pride is at its worst
and if your blood is not scalding hot
it's freezing cold, your veins they clot or scab
like an electric chair
you know it's ending quick but painful

with lonely hearts and foolish pride
it makes no difference to be defined
it's just the way we talk about
when love runs out
when love runs out

you'd think a heart that's broken
would just shrivel and compact
the valves they'd shut, the pressure build
the seams and sinews warp and crack
and though that's quite poetic
you know that doesn't make it true
in fact the brain does much more suffering
than a muscle like the heart will ever do

your mind's a fragile thing
romances wrecks it's wiring
your senses dull, your logic's gone
and you can't even see or talk to anyone

and if everything just stays the same
expands and then contracts
and symbolism won't line up with scientific fact
and when you say your heart's decaying
I know that's your way of saying
you just don't know how to be on your own
you just don't know how to be on your own

with lonely hearts and foolish pride
it makes no difference to be defined
it's just the way we talk about
when love runs out
when love runs out
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