Another sentimental argument
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 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