You don't talk to anyone
You won't look at anyone but her
And I don't think she's listening
I doubt she remembers your name
And you say, when will she notice me
And you feel, like you're gonna break
And you say, when will she notice me
And it feels, like a hand grenade
That man, I'll never understand
Everyone's livin in the past
Instead of forgetting her
You're always kissing her ass
I know that there's not much to say
So ill look stupid anyway
You don't talk to anyone
You won't look at anyone but her
And I don't think she's listening
But you still play that game
But I think the best way
Of moving on is to attack
Cause she's just a hand grenade
So pull out the pin and throw it back
I know that there's not much to say
So ill look stupid anyway
Like a hand grenade, like a hand grenade
A hand grenade

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Writer(s): Alexander Amiruddin, Brandon Reilly, Evan Baken, Philip Navetta, Vincent Caruana