Worry Rock - Green Day

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 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 directions?

Promise me no dead end streets

And I’ll guarantee we’ll have the road