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