Guilty

A habit only I see you
Of letting you turn my crimson skies blue
Ooh-ooh
Of hating your somebody new
Of getting here to see the Suthern ground that under you
Ooh-ooh

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 things I let the same as approached
On the nights when the voices in my head won't shut up
Oh-ooh

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

How bad I need you
Makin' up words to say
I really hope that
We're just started different things
Hey, yeah

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