The first time we met outside of work
This can't be a date
I dared you to get fat with me
These kinds of things have no name
When it was clear we were gaining weight
Just hints of what could be
We moved on to another game
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Watch
There's no difference if I win or lose
Each piece
I watch your face betraying every move
While I
It's so impossible to concentrate
Catch your queen
When every game ends with a stalest mate
Because we built our love
On a black and white chessboard
And for six whole months stirred
Cocoa with tongue swords
And if you build your love
On a black and white chessboard
Then there's a very good chance
That you'll always be at war
Because we built our love
On a black and white chessboard
So there's a very good chance
That we'll always be at war
So from all these games on all these dates
A Castleton extrapolates
As tempo set, speed of chess
And secrecy in everything that we do
And it leads to a war or falls to peace
I don't think we should cut retreat
This Sunday game of sparring hearts
Is waking up my sleeping parts
If you build your love
On a black and white chessboard
Then there's a very good chance
That you'll always be at war
If you build your love
On a black and white chessboard
Then there's a very good chance
That you'll always be at war
Yes we built our love
On a black and white chessboard
As we stirred hot cocoa
With six month long tongue swords
If you build your love
On a black and white chessboard
Then there's a very good chance
That you'll always be at war
Then one day
I came to see him painting the walls
When we ran out of things to say
We grappled our way down the hall
Covered in warpaint
Our lips crushed like armies
Under the rule of two love-consumed enemies
Our clothes fell like thrones
To the coup of our shaking hands
The game was thrown when we moved out of battle stance
We fell to the floor in the throes of our war dance