| I really love it when, | |
| I love it when we make mistakes. | |
| Because once again, | |
| it gives me a reason to complain, | |
| I love the battled lines, | |
| the battled lines we draw when crossin the mud | |
| Ou I love it when we fight, | |
| standing on the verg of breaking up or making love | |
| (verse 1) | |
| What would i do if we were perfect, | |
| where would i go for disopointment. | |
| Love without pain would leave me wonderin why i stayed. | |
| (chrous 1) | |
| I think of saving myself, | |
| but with nothing to complain about up in heaven, | |
| what will i do | |
| I think of saving myself, | |
| but i really wanta work it out | |
| down here in hell with you | |
| (hook) | |
| See I wanta make you feel the fire, | |
| while i burn you with my bad days, | |
| Ou wanta be unsatisfied, (sure) | |
| you can fell the heat comin from me...baby. | |
| (verse 2) | |
| What would i do if we were perfect, | |
| where would i go for disopointment, | |
| words without hate would leave me nothin else to say. | |
| (chrous 2) | |
| I think of saving myself, | |
| but with nothing to complain about in heaven, | |
| what will i do | |
| I think of saving myself, | |
| but i really wanta work it out | |
| down here in hell with you | |
| (hook) | |
| I think of saving myself, | |
| but with nothing to complain about up in heaven, | |
| I think of saving myself, | |
| but i really wanta work it out | |
| down here in hell with you | |
| (hook) | |
| Down here in hell with you | |
| (repeat 4) |