Worry Rock

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 knock 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

A knock down, dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall

Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again, dragged it through the mud
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
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road