rock/alt - part 2

Midnight Blue

[Verse 1]

Woke up swinging, lungs on fire,
every heartbeat like barbed wire.
Coffee bit back, the sunlight hissed,
I swear the air flinched when I got pissed.

Every thought’s a spark to crush,
I need friction, I need rush.
Don’t soothe me, babe — don’t play pretend.
I’m not broken —
I’m just on DEFENSE.


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[Pre-Chorus]

Don’t come in soft, don’t come in sweet —
come in with thunder,
or don’t come near me.


---

 [Chorus]

I’m volatile, babe —
and I need to burn.
I’m a fuse with legs
and nowhere left to turn.
You wanna help?
Then match my flame —
take my breath
and say my name.
Be strong enough to hold me
or smart enough to flee —
’cause if you touch me right…
you won’t walk out the same as me.


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[Verse 2]

I’m pacing holes into the floor,
picking fights with every door.
Traffic lights feel personal,
the universe is laughable.

Ask me what’s wrong —
go on, I dare.
You’ll catch a spark
you’re not prepared.
Logic can’t fix
this kind of storm —
don’t calm the heat,
just take the form.


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[Pre-Chorus 2]

If you’re not strong today,
then step aside —
but if you are?
Come turn the tide.


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[Chorus — bigger]

I’m volatile, babe —
don’t tell me to be kind.
There’s lightning
curling up my spine.
You wanna help?
Then spark the fuse —
show me strength
I can’t refuse.
Hold me through the fire
or stand outside the ring —
’cause if you touch me right…
I’ll burn at everything.


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[BREAKDOWN — spoken, low, dripping heat]

(Music drops to drums + bass)

> You think I want comfort?
You think I want calm?
Babe… I want friction.
I want pressure.
I want someone who won’t flinch
when my temper snaps its teeth.

Don’t ask what’s wrong…
I don’t even care.

Just step inside the blast zone
if you think you can
handle me there.



(female gang chant rising behind her)

> VOL-A-TILE.
VOL-A-TILE.
LET HER BURN.
LET HER BURN.




[HALF-TIME DROP – slow, heavy, gorgeous]

(She sings low, dangerous, intimate)
I’m volatile, babe…
so move with care.


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[FINAL CHORUS — double-time eruption]

I’m volatile, babe —
don’t ask me to behave.
I don’t want calm,
I want a wave.
If you can take me raging
I might let you in —
flip the fight to fire
beneath my skin.
This isn’t about anger —
it’s how I’m wired.
Hit me with something stronger
than whatever lit this fire.


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 [OUTRO — whispered]

> “…come handle me.”

Volatile

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