Another sentimental arguement and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again
and dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worryrock has turned to dust
and fallen on our pride
(chorus)
A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another waisted night
and no one will take the fall
Where do we go from here and what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
and I'll guarantee we'll have the road