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.