Bombs In The Night

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 cellphones keep going off like bombs in the night
I don't want to stay and heat half dead 'til the day I die
Just two more easy payments and it's bye bye bye
We'll slip through the cracks, slip through your pretty hands
Then 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
When you say you can't come out 'til Thursday night
'Cause you and your ugly pals are caught up in a gunfight
Friday, you'll show up, straight from your game demise
Painting pretty pictures with your bloodshot eyes
And you'll sleep tight, I know you'll sleep alright

Well cellphones keep going off like bombs in the night

Bombs in the night
Bombs in the night