for months now I've been
shaking in the same skin
and now I'm found guilty
of loving when i shouldn't be
you're the judge, jury, anything
my knees are bloody from begging
please, love, remember me?
I'm always where i shouldn't be
they say I'm mad, coming undone
they don't know that I'm already gone
electric chair, hanging ropes
are all within my highest hopes
once in a while, every now and then
i see a glimpse of what could've been
but if loving you is now a crime
and i were a criminal, that would be fine
