"Horseshoes & Hand Grenades" lyrics

Mr. Brightside could be my middle name
But holdin' my head high in optimism
Doesn't change a thing
White lyin' to the devil on my shoulder
How this weight ain't gettin' old
Knowin' she ain't comin' over

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I say she won't be gone for long
Whoa, whoa, whoa, but I'm so close to movin' on

Like horseshoes and hand grenades
I tell myself she almost stayed
She probably paused and thought of comin' home
Every time I pray
But close to comin' back
Or a thousand miles away
It's all the same, ain't it a shame
That this ain't horseshoes and hand grenades
And hand grenades

I'm convinced we had forever in our hands
But I guess that old cliché
No, it just wasn't in the plans
I waited patient on the edge of getting over
And I ain't one for burnin' bridges
But I ain't one for needin' closure
Oh, no

So I ain't waitin' anymore
And I ain't sayin' that no more
And I'm so close to movin' on

Like horseshoes and hand grenades
I tell myself she almost stayed
She probably paused and thought of comin' home
Every time I pray
But close to comin' back
Or a thousand miles away
It's all the same, ain't it a shame
That this ain't horseshoes and hand grenades
And hand grenades

Like horseshoes and hand grenades
I tell myself she almost stayed
She probably paused and thought of comin' home
And I bet she damn near caved
But close to comin' back
Or a thousand miles away
It's all the same, ain't it a shame
This ain't horseshoes and hand grenades
And hand grenades
This ain't horseshoes and hand grenades
And hand grenades