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
It's loving you too much
Honey, sometimes love
Means getting a little bit 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 be clear this pain
Walk like a ghost through these streets
Soaked from the pouring rain
And I won't ask your god for mercy
My spirit's low, my soul is dirty

White Lies @Personal Fest.