Paroles de Hand Grenade

I’m a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away Honest but vacant You want it? You’ll hate it But I get the feeling that I’m beating Myself black and blue, I’m bleeding Oh I’d be a better me Without my sense of everything I’m a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I’ve been making, I’ve been making lemonade I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste Now I’m a hand grenade Over offended and failing Great advice, thanks, I hate it So chalk it up to wishful thinking Dream too big and die a victim Oh I’m sure, there’s nothing more Than 9 to 5 and closing doors I’m a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I’ve been making, I’ve been making lemonade I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste Now I’m a hand grenade A hand grenade I’m a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I’m a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I’ve been making, I’ve been making lemonade I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste I don’t like the taste It's a bitter taste Well I’m a hand grenade