Saints and Sailors

This is where I say I've had enough

No one should ever feel the way that I feel now

A walking open wound

A trophy display of bruises

And I don't believe that I'm getting any better, any better

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

Pretty sure that few would notice

And this apartment is starving for an argument

Anything at all to break the silence

Wandering this house like I've never wanted out

And this is about as social as I get now

And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you

'Cause they would never do, I would never do, never

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

I'm pretty sure that few would notice

And this apartment is starving for an argument

Anything at all to break the silence

Well, don't be a liar

Don't say that everything's working

When everything's broken

And you smile like a saint

But you curse like a sailor

And your eyes say the joke's on me

But I'm not laughing, you're not leaving

Well, who do I think I am kidding?

When I'm the only one locked in this hell

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring

And I'm thinking awful things

Pretty sure that few would notice

And this apartment is starving for an argument

Anything at all to break the silence

So don't be a liar

Don't say that everything's working

When everything's broken

And you smile like a saint

But you curse like a sailor

And your eyes say the joke's on me