Little Time Bomb

Artists : Kind Of Like Spitting : Little Time Bomb

One of them's off her food, and the other one's off his head
And they're both spinning off down the boozer
To drink a toast to the one that he hates most
And she says there are no winners, only losers
Well, if there are no winners, then what is this he sees
As he watches her complete lack of honor?
As he sits in the stands with his head in his hands
And he thinks of all the things he'd like to bring down upon her
But revenge will bring cold company in this darkest hour
As the jukebox says it's all over now
And he stands and he screams "What have I done?
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb,
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb."
In public he's such a man,
He's punching at walls, with his bare and bloody hands
He's screaming and shouting, acting crazy
But home he sits alone and he cries just like a baby
And he holds her letters but he can't read them
As he fights this loneliness that you call freedom
And you said this would happen, and you were not wrong
"I've fallen in love with a little time bomb,
"I've fallen in love with a little time bomb."