The Art of Love

You don't wanna love me no more

If we're being honest, used to have it all but we lost it

You don't wanna fuck me no more

Do I make you nauseous?

Or is that the dirt on your conscience?

You got a heart like a mosh pit

You got a heart like a mosh pit

I'll never beg for it, beg for it

Set fire to your twisted game

Cuz every time that I get away

You made me pay for it, pay for it

Didn't know that you're keeping score

Took my heart but you still want more

The art of love is a cold, cold war, war

The art of love is a cold, cold war, war

Shades of grey and blood red stains

When I tried to surrender

Hand grenades and leather lace

You sink your teeth in torture

So pull the pin, I regret

Fighting you on the front lines

Like a gun to the head

20 gauge is hindsight

I'll never beg for it, beg for it

Set fire to your twisted game

Cuz every time that I get away

You made me pay for it, pay for it

Didn't know that you're keeping score

Took my heart but you still want more

The art of love is a cold, cold war

Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya

(Ohhh)

Casualty of your combat

(Ohhh)

I'll be gone when the smoke clears

(Ohhh)

You fell in love with the bloodshed

So I had to go nuclear

I'll never beg for it, beg for it

Set fire to your twisted game

Cuz every time that I get away

You made me pay for it, pay for it

Didn't know that you're keeping score

And now my heart can't take no more

The art of love is a cold, cold war, war

The art of love is a cold, cold war, war