I was waiting in the back-seat of the car When I knew I'd given up Down one of the back-streets by the park So sick of the taste of blood
I'm gonna write your girl a letter It'll make everything better
Screaming down the phone-line to your mum She said 'Honey ain't home right now' I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun And wore them all around this town
Nobody dares to lift a finger They can see my heart is down and injured
If I'm guilty of anything It's loving you too much Honey, sometimes love Means getting a little rough
This is not bad love This is not bad love
I've been going to church but I don't believe I'll ever be clear this pain Walk like a ghost through the streets Soaked from the pouring rain
And I won't ask your God for mercy My spirit is low, my soul is dirty
If I'm guilty of anything It's loving you too much Honey, sometimes love Means getting a little rough This is not bad love This is not bad love