Hand Grenade - Roam

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

Now I’m a hand grenade