White Lies - 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, 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