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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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

(Oh)
Casualty of your combat
(Oh)
I'll be gone when the smoke clears
(Oh)
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
'Cause 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