The Hoosiers - Weirdo

It’s a miniature explosion from a toy hand grenade
It’s just a scratch I can patch up before it fades
You don’t start for anyone, and you only stop when you’re done
The fire in your belly burns in your eyes

But it’s not a war
It’s just a little conversation
It’s not a war
You’re just a weirdo

It was a misplaced phrase cut short our happy phase
But it’s just a graze not a war wound
And still you sneer at the bright side, and you pile up the sandbags
When you only need look in my eyes

But it’s not a war
It’s just a little conversation
It’s not a war
You’re just a weirdo, a weirdo, a weirdo
You’re just a weirdo, a weirdo, a weirdo
You’re just a weirdo, a weirdo, a weirdo

But it’s not a war
It’s just a little conversation
We’ve been here before
You’re just a weirdo, a weirdo, a weirdo
You’re just a weirdo, a weirdo, a weirdo
I love you my weirdo, my weirdo, my weirdo

It’s not a war
It’s just a little conversation