Another sentimental argument
and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again
and dragged
it through the mud
yelling at brick walls and
punching windowns 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
