So I guess this is where
We meet our seperate ends
Where we smile and walk away
Saying, "Yeah, we'll still be friends."
We were doing great things
We were winning all the races
We got so close just to fall
Flat on our faces

In horseshoes and handgrenades
That's where "close" counts
I see the words forming on your lips
But I don't want to hear what's coming out
You just took away everything
That I ever thought was mine
We were running in first place
But you tripped me at the finish line

I love getting stabbed in the back
By someone who smiles to your face
I've got some choice words for you, my friend
They'll put you back in your place
You held my heart in your hands
And still you wanted more
I treated you like a God
But now I see you're just a whore

In horseshoes and handgrenades
That's where "close" counts
I see the words forming on your lips
But I don't want to hear what's coming out
You just took away everything
That I ever thought was mine
We were running in first place
But you tripped me at the finish line

Funny how all of these things
Are so quick to come and pass
So why don't you take those apologies
And shove them right back up your ass
I'm tired of hearing the excuses
Or just the empty silence
You've pushed me way too far this time
And I'm resorting to violence

In horseshoes and handgrenades
That's where "close" counts
I see the words forming on your lips
But I don't want to hear what's coming out
You just took away everything
That I ever thought was mine
We were running in first place
But you tripped me at the finish line