Going Off Like a Hand Grenade

Going Off Like a Hand Grenade R Becker Take away the Bad choices Your poison. Your charms . Your inside jokes & smoke alarms I'm not good enough For a promise That you Could have made Instead You made me Explode Like a hand grenade It didn't take long For your good ideas To wear me out Stop acting Like a 4 year old You know what I'm talking about All this talk about The Fillmore East Where your Daydreams played You made me explode Like a hand grenade You made me regret All the places we met You learned To lie In lying class And were The teachers pet I should have known All along You never meant what You said You said You were grateful For knowing me But I felt less grateful Than dead. You said a little love Would be worth The price I paid Instead, You set me off Like a hand grenade