Guilty

Yes babe, i've been drinking
And i shouldn't come back, i know
But i found myself in trouble
And i had nowhere else to go

Got some whiskey from a bar man
Got some cocaine from a friend
And i just had to keep on moving
'til i was back in your arms again

Guilty
Yes i'm guilty,
I'll be guilty
For the rest of my life
How come i never do
What i'm supposed to do
How come nothing that i do ever turns out right?

You know, you know how it is with me
You know i just can't stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine
For me to pretend that i'm somebody else.