Heart Like a Gernade

**Heart Like a Grenade**

 

 

(Intro — clipped, urgent)

 

Heartbeat like a metronome, menace on the stereo,

 

I lace up my lungs, then let the pressure go.

 

 

(Verse 1)

 

I spit matchstick confessions, burn bridges with a grin,

 

love’s a bullet in the chamber, and the safety’s not within.

 

I’m a wired-up soldier with a smile like a scar,

 

keep the pain in the pockets where the memories are.

 

You tugged my seams, ripped dreams, left prints on the chest,

 

I count the scars like trophies, every wound’s a protest.

 

I walk in the smoke, swallow smoke, and still I breathe,

 

your name’s a headline that my chest can’t sleeve.

 

People say “man up” — fuck that, man down’s a lie,

 

I’m the echo in the alley that refuses to die.

 

 

(Pre-Chorus — tightening)

 

You’re the virus and the cure wrapped in the same vein,

 

pull me close, then let go, then call me insane.

 

I’m addicted to the friction, addicted to the pain,

 

I’d rather torch up the world than watch us go tame.

 

 

(Chorus — punchy, repeated hook)

 

Heart like a grenade, I hold it by the pin,

 

pulled back the ring just to see what we’re in.

 

Love like a warzone, we bending but won’t break,

 

I’m detonating quiet just to hear you say my name.

 

Heart like a grenade, ticking under skin,

 

we’re playing with the fuse but we’re both committing sin.

 

If the world wants ashes, let it have the flame —

 

I’d rather burst in color than suffocate in tame.

 

 

(Verse 2 — faster, more internal rhyme)

 

You’re the static in my system, the glitch that turned to gold,

 

the story in the margins I keep reading when I’m old.

 

I spit jabs at the clock, knock blocks off the wall,

 

your laugh’s a landmine, watch me stumble, watch me crawl.

 

I’m a heavyweight with words, but your whisper floors me light,

 

you pull the blackout curtains in the middle of my fight.

 

We’re two-lane combustion — crash, then rebuild,

 

yeah we twist up our fate, then we sign what we kill.

 

No instruction manual, no warranty for hearts,

 

we improvise explosions when the tenderness starts.

 

 

(Pre-Chorus — building)

 

You’re a sermon that I skip, then memorize the lines,

 

a cigarette at midnight where the ash still defines.

 

I’m a boxer with a bruise that loves the purple hue,

 

I’ll take the sting for the ring if you’ll step in too.

 

 

(Chorus — full force)

 

Heart like a grenade, I hold it by the pin,

 

pulled back the ring just to see what we’re in.

 

Love like a warzone, we bending but won’t break,

 

I’m detonating quiet just to hear you say my name.

 

Heart like a grenade, ticking under skin,

 

we’re playing with the fuse but we’re both committing sin.

 

If the world wants ashes, let it have the flame —

 

I’d rather burst in color than suffocate in tame.

 

 

(Bridge — breathless, rapid-fire)

 

Call me reckless — I’ll answer reckless, call me crazy — I’ll confess it,

 

call me fragile — I’ll fold just to fold back and progress it.

 

I’m a house with busted windows but the music’s blasting louder,

 

you’re the arson in the attic that made a coward prouder.

 

We got catalogs of scars, we got ledgers full of pain,

 

but every ledger's balanced when your heartbeat spells my name.

 

Tension in the tendon, tension in the throat,

 

we keep building bridges just to light the boats.

 

 

(Breakdown — softer, then snap back)

 

Quiet for a second — and I fear I’ll lose the sound,

 

so I scream into the attic till the echoes come around.

 

You’re the weather and the shelter, the thunder and the calm,

 

the vice and the release — the poison and the balm.

 

 

(Chorus — final, emphatic)

 

Heart like a grenade, I hold it by the pin,

 

pulled back the ring just to see what we’re in.

 

Love like a warzone, we bending but won’t break,

 

I’m detonating quiet just to hear you say my name.

 

Heart like a grenade, ticking under skin,

 

we’re playing with the fuse but we’re both committing sin.

 

If the world wants ashes, let it have the flame —

 

I’d rather burst in color than suffocate in tame.

 

 

(Outro — resolute)

 

So light the match, come closer, watch the night combust,

 

I’ll keep this heart like a grenade — in love, in ruin, in trust.