Guilty

Of having only eyes for you

Of lettin' you turn my crimson skies blue, ooh-ooh

Of hating your somebody new

Of getting hella jealous of the ground that's under you, ooh-ooh

Of goin' way too hard

Or tryna call you while I'm stormin' out the bar

Of goin' way across the line

Or needing you at the end of every night

I'm guilty, baby

I'm guilty, baby

If having a bleeding heart is a crime

If loving you means I'm serving life

I'm guilty, baby

Of using medicine as a crutch

On the nights when the voices in my head won't shut up

Oh, oh

Of goin' way (goin' way) too far (too far)

Of driving by your place and countin' up the cars (up the cars)

Goin' way (goin' way) across the line (across the line)

Or needing you at the end of every night

I'm guilty, baby

I'm guilty, baby

If having a bleeding heart is a crime

If loving you means I'm serving life

I'm guilty, baby

How bad I need you, ain't enough words to say

Are we really over or just on a different page?

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I'm guilty, baby

I'm guilty, baby

If having a bleeding heart is a crime

If loving you means I'm serving life

I'm guilty, baby