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?
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