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 damn straight to hell
dindle three or half past nine,
it'll never be a good time
to drop a bombshell
if I did a little drinking made 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,
instead 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
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
dindle three or half past nine,
it'll never be a good time