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, its 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 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 low, my soul is dirty If i'm guilty of anything, its loving you too much Honey, sometimes love... Means getting a little rough This is not bad love, this is not bad love