Love like war

Because you're thirty-two
And in your prime
You silently refuse to date
Or date

When war was cold, I had a lovely time
I messaged you and sent a shot of grime
Then shot some more
It must have been too late
Because you're thirty-two
And in your prime

Perhaps I'm shifting like a paradigm
And all the new assumptions formulate
As if our war were cold
A lovely time
Cause baby, you've got a love like war
Beat me down till I can't take more
We'll go round after round
Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground
I'll exercise my stock, internal rhyme
The currency is yours to circulate
I'm twenty-nine, my interest rate is prime
Suppose that poverty is not a crime
Suppose you more or less accommodate
When cold, we'll have a lovely time

Perhaps you'll click on me in wintertime
Proximity is constant, so is fate
Was I twenty-two before my prime
The war was cold
I had a lovely time

Cause baby, you've got a love like war
Beat me down till I can't take more
We'll go round after round
Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground

Cause baby, you've got a love like war
Beat me down till I can't take more
We'll go round after round
Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground

You've got a love like war
Beat me down till I can't take more
We'll go round after round
Till we can't pick ourselves off the ground