text: 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, 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 Ill guarantee well have the road
  A knocked 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 Ill guarantee well have the road
  And Ill guarantee well have the road
  And Ill guarantee well have the road