Another sentimental argument
And bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again
Dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and
Punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust
And fallen on our pride
A knocked down
Dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted 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
