[Verse 1 – fast, rap, breathless, rhythmic] I taught my heart to laugh when it bleeds, to call it romance, call it needs. It learned real young how to swallow the signs, how to dress up the red flags, call them divine. It mistakes the danger for spark in the dark, confuses the wound with a beautiful start. Every smile’s a knife, every kiss leaves a scar, but it runs to the pain like it knows who they are. It says ("this time it’s different”), yeah, every damn time, writes love letters with a tremor, between the lines. It knows the pattern, knows the end of the song, still hits replay when the chorus is wrong. Swears it’s done, swears it’s learned, swears it’s smart, then hands over the keys to that stupid heart. [Pre-Chorus] Careful now, little heart. This is gonna hurt. [Chorus] My little heart, it’s scared to death, to fall again in butcher’s hands. It knows the game, it knows the pain, they carve it up, call it love again. Yeah, my little heart, it runs insane, dives headfirst into the hurricane. It knows they’re cruel, it knows the art— still goes anyway… that stupid heart. [verse 2 - fast, rap, breathless, rhythmic] I talk to my heart like it’s someone I know, like ("hey, calm down, you don’t have to go") but it’s already gone, already sold, chasing warm hands that turn ice-cold. It loves the chaos, loves the thrill, confuses being alive with being killed. Calls obsession passion, pain a sign, calls destruction ("yeah, maybe this time.") It falls for laughs that sound like traps, for broken queens with perfect masks. It loves the rush right before the drop, that half-second when everything stops. It knows damn well how this shit goes, still bets it all on a loaded throw. Says “fuck it, at least we felt something,” and hands itself over… without blinking. [Pre-Chorus] Careful now, little heart. This is gonna hurt. [Chorus] My little heart, it’s scared to death, to fall again in butcher’s hands. It knows the game, it knows the pain, they carve it up, call it love again. Yeah, my little heart, it runs insane, dives headfirst into the hurricane. It knows they’re cruel, it knows the art— still goes anyway… that stupid heart. [Bridge] I tried to lock it up, I tried to run, told my heart ("we’re done.") But it hates the quiet, hates the calm, needs the fire, needs the harm. Better bleeding than feeling numb— that stupid heart… just wants something. [Last Pre-Chorus - sad, pain] Careful now, little heart. This is gonna hurt. [Last chorus] My little heart, it’s scared to death, to fall again in butcher’s hands. It knows the game, it knows the pain, they carve it up, call it love again. Yeah, my little heart, it runs insane, dives headfirst into the hurricane. It knows they’re cruel, it knows the art— still goes anyway… that stupid heart.
