Bad Love

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 spirits are 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
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
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