I could wait until you're sleeping, you'd never hear me leaving
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
verse 2
If I did a little drinking, may numb me into thinking
I could tell you face to face
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
Bridge
I can't love you
I can't love you anymore
I can't love you
I can't love you anymore
verse 3
Driving through the smoke, out of the ashes
Looking for a place to land
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