[Intro – spoken, half-breathless] Okay—so—um—fun fact— Diamonds aren’t actually the hardest thing emotionally, they just rank a ten on the Mohs scale, which is scratch resistance, not— —not how much something matters, just—just saying— [Verse 1] You laugh like quartz in the sunlight Scattering prisms in my mind And I try to say something normal But I’m already three facts behind ‘Cause I wanna tell you ‘bout lattice shapes And pressure turning dust to grace But you’re looking at me like I’m worth the wait And I—forget my place [Pre-Chorus] You don’t rush my overflow You let every tangent go Like it’s not too much to hold— [Chorus] If my heart had a Mohs scale rating You’d be past what numbers can say Not just strong but transformative In a slow, tectonic way You don’t polish me to shine You like the rough edges fine Every fracture line I hide— You trace like it’s design [Verse 2] You bring me rocks you think I’ll like (You’re right—every single time) Little pieces of the earth Like you’re mapping out my mind And I know I talk too fast sometimes Like a landslide made of rhymes But you just grin and settle in Like you’ve got all night [Chorus] If my heart had a Mohs scale rating You’d be past what numbers can say Not just strong but transformative In a slow, tectonic way You don’t polish me to shine You like the rough edges fine Every fracture line I hide— You trace like it’s design [Bridge – info-dump rhythm, building excitement] Okay—so diamonds form under pressure, right? Like—extreme heat, deep mantle, no light— And I’m not saying that’s what love is, but— But you make it feel less like crushing and more like—like forming? And also— Graphite and diamond? Same element—just different structure— So like— Maybe I don’t have to be different to be worth something? [Soft Break – almost whispered] You already treat me like I am [Final Chorus – full, emotional, layered] If my heart had a Mohs scale rating You’d be past what numbers can say Not just strong but transformative In a slow, tectonic way You don’t polish me to shine You like the rough edges fine Every fracture line I hide— You trace like it’s design [Outro – soft, fond] So—um—yeah— I guess what I’m saying is— If you ever need a rock— I’ve got a whole collection… and I’d share them with you
