Guilty

Of going way too hard
Or tryna call you while I’m storming out the bar
Of going way across the line
Of 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 going way (of going way) too hard (too hard)
Or driving by your place and counting up the cars (the cars)
Of going way (of going way) across the line (across the line)
Of 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