Saints and Sailors

This is where I say I've had enough

And 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

I'm 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

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 jokes on me

But, I'm not laughing

You're not leaving

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

I'm 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 jokes on me

As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out

But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone, making out