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 out 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