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)