Worry Rock

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 dreagged 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 knocked down dreagged 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

And 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