[Verse 1 – fast, rap, breathless, rhythmic] I learned the script before I learned the name, how to fake devotion, how to stage the flame. Same damn lines, different mouths, same soft lies said out loud. They call it fate, call it chance, dress routine up as romance. Red lights, cheap wine, borrowed shine, everyone plays Valentine. I’ve seen the smiles timed just right, the practiced touch, the perfect night. They swear it’s real, swear it’s new, say it with conviction too. They don’t want truth, they want the scene, someone to sell them what they mean. They want the feeling, not the cost, the illusion held, the details lost. [Pre-Chorus] Easy now. You know what this is. [Chorus – scandable, steady] Call me Mister Valentine, hold your hand, stay in line. Say the words, play your part, this is how they call it love. Yeah, Mister Valentine, count it down, one more time. Say it works, say it’s fine — this is how they call it love. [Verse 2 – fast, rap, breathless, rhythmic] They buy symbols, not the thing, boxes, cards, a diamond ring. Say “forever” like it’s light, something said to pass the night. They confuse attention with care, mistake presence for being there. They don’t fall — they comply, say “I feel it”, never “why”. They hate silence, hate the space, need a body, need a face. Better noise than being alone, better scripted than unknown. So they reach, they lock it in, call the panic “commitment”. They don’t want to be seen through, they just want someone too. [Pre-Chorus] Slow it down. You know how this goes. [Chorus – scandable, louder] Call me Mister Valentine, hold your hand, stay in line. Say the words, play your part, this is how they call it love. Yeah, Mister Valentine, count it down, one more time. Say it works, say it’s fine — this is how they call it love. [Bridge – stripped, bitter] Love isn’t magic. It’s repetition. Said often enough to sound convincing. [Last Pre-Chorus – quieter, cold] Don’t be scared. You know what this is. [Last Chorus – final, resigned] Call me Mister Valentine, take my hand, cross the line. Say it matters, say it lasts, say it’s more than what has passed. Yeah, Mister Valentine, same old promise, new disguise. Say it’s love, draw the line — this is how they call it love.
