I was waiting in the back-seat of the car
When i knew i'd given up
Down on 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 spirits're 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