Bombs In The Night Lyrics

Check your stats again,
I think they're off.
But you don't care at all;
Already throwing that Molotov.
Maybe I'm going soft,
But I'm too tired to fight.
And cell phones keep going off like bombs in the night.

I don't wanna stand here,
Half-dead, till the day I die.
"Just two more easy payments
And it's buy! Buy! Buy!"
A slip through the cracks and through your pretty hands,
And check back once a month to lead the marching band.

You curl up in a ball,
Hoping nobody can see you.
Crying alone,
Now no one would believe you.
You say you can't come out till Thursday night
'Cause you and your ugly pals are caught up in a gunfight.

Friday, you'll show up,
Straight from your near-demise,
Painting pretty pictures with your bloodshot eyes.
Then you'll sleep tight,
I know you'll sleep all right,
While cell phones keep going off like bombs in the night.