Midwestern Hand Grenade


The moon is full and bugs are in the air
I've been searching for the moment I can touch you
I lost my hand
Humid summer nights
This is dangerous
I'm alive but not living

What a chance I'm burning inside
What a chance now what will change now?
Where will we go if not here and now?

This shrapnel's digging deep into my heart
And these sleeping pills aren't helping me forget you
I lost my hand
And I'm drowning on the highway
This is dangerous
Will we ever make it out of here alive?

Billions of bodies away from you
Billions away from you

I lost my hand
All this time without you
I'm dying
I lost my hand

This bruise is permanent
Hold it or throw it
Hold it and watch it explode







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