Tackle Hug Heartbreak

[Verse 1]
You smell like hay
Boots kicked by the door
Mud on your jeans
Eyes glued to the floor
I paint my lips
Black as the porch at night
You flinch when I grin
But you hold on tight
[Chorus]
I’m your tackle hug heartbreak
Baby (hey!)
Hit you like a freight train
Maybe
You’re a small-town saint
I’m trouble in lace
You’re scared of my shade
Still you stay in my space
I’m your tackle hug heartbreak
Baby (yeah!)
Crash into your chest like crazy
You can shake
You can shake
But you won’t let go
’cause the goth girl’s got your country soul
[Verse 2]
Your mama stares
Through the kitchen glass
Says I’m a phase
You hope I’ll pass
But my combat boots
Pound up your gravel drive
You whisper “oh no”
As I jump and fly
[Chorus]
I’m your tackle hug heartbreak
Baby (hey!)
Hit you like a freight train
Maybe
You’re a small-town saint
I’m trouble in lace
You’re scared of my shade
Still you stay in my space
I’m your tackle hug heartbreak
Baby (woah)
Crash into your chest like crazy
You can shake
You can shake
But you won’t let go
’cause the goth girl’s got your country soul
[Bridge]
Black nails on your
Calloused hands
My eyeliner on your
Old band stand
You say
“You’re kind of
All I fear”
I laugh and tackle
“Yeah
Get over here” (come here!)
[Chorus]
I’m your tackle hug heartbreak
Baby (hey!)
Hit you like a freight train
Maybe
You’re a small-town saint
I’m trouble in lace
You’re scared of my shade
Still you stay in my space
I’m your tackle hug heartbreak
Baby (yeah!)
Crash into your chest like crazy
You can shake
You can shake
But you won’t let go
’cause the goth girl’s got your country soul

rock, Raw melodic punk with crunchy overdriven guitars, fast drums, and female vocals that flip between snarky spoken cadence in the verses and a wide-open, shout-along chorus. Bass drives the pocket, rhythm guitars stay tight and choppy, and a single dirty lead line doubles the hook on the last chorus. Short gang shouts on key lines and a quick half-time break before the final hook., country, punk