Dynamite - Handle with Caution.
You hold me like my fuse is lit and burning.
You hold me like maybe you're not sure if you should throw me
and run in the opposite direction
(maybe you should).
You look at me like if I blow
you'll never forgive me for the mess.
but you are the one who lit the fuse.
In fact, I'm not sure I had one until you came along.
I'm pretty sure I was content to sit in someones cellar,
unused until I grew old and worn and went out with a bang.
But you wanted me to be a ticking time bomb.
You played with me and you attached that fuse,
so you could use me to feel like you were alive
by holding the ability to destroy a person in your hand.
And I thought that made me weak, letting you use me.
But you forgot...
you decide when you light that fuse and tear me apart,
But right then, that's when I'll shine brighter
brighter then anything you've ever seen.