bombshell

i could wait until you're sleeping

you'd never hear me leaving

go without saying a word

i could write it in a letter; maybe it'd be better

who knows? it could make it worse

save it for a rainy day

baby

either way

i'm damning it straight to hell

ten to three

you're half past nine

it'll never be a good time to drop a bombshell

if i did a little drinking

may numb me into thinking

i could tell you face to face

if i harden my heart

i'd tear us apart

so i wouldn't have to carry this weight

here on my shoulder

i'd tell you it's over 'stead of keeping it to myself

morning or midnight

it'll never be a good time

to drop a bombshell

i can't love you

i can't love you anymore

i can't love you

i can't love you anymore

driving through the smoke

out of the ashes

looking for a place to land

all that i know is i can't go back

so i'm driving fast as i can

picking up pieces

praying to jesus

lord

i'm gonna need your help

it ain't the easy way

there's always a price to pay for dropping a bombshell

ten to three

you're half past nine

it'll never be a good time