Two, three, four

Mr. Brightside could be my middle name
But holding my head high in optimism
Doesn't change a thing
While lying to the devil on my shoulder
How this weight ain't getting old
Knowing she ain't coming over

Oh, oh, oh, I say she won't be gone for long
Oh, oh, oh, but I'm so close to moving on

Like horseshoes and hand grenades
I tell myself she almost stayed
She probably paused and thought of coming home
Every time I prayed, but close to coming 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
Now waited patient on the edge of getting over
And I ain't one for burning bridges
But I ain't one for needin' closure, oh, no

So I ain't waiting anymore
And I ain't saying that no more
And I'm so close to moving on

Like horseshoes and hand grenades
I tell myself she almost stayed
She probably paused and thought of coming home
Every time I prayed, but close to coming 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 coming home
Now I bet you damn near cave
Or close to coming 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