Bombshell - Ashley Monroe

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 can make it worse.

Save it for a rainy day.

Baby, either way,

I’m damning it straight to Hell.

Ten to three or half past 9,

it will 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 hardened my heart,

I’d tear us apart,

so I wouldn’t have to carry this weight,

here on my shoulders,

I’d tell you it’s over,

instead of keeping it to myself.

Whatever midnight,

it’ll never be a good time,

to drop a bombshell.

I can’t love you,

I can’t love you anymore.

Oooohhhh, 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 or half past nine,

it’ll never be a good time.