Lyric 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.

Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and I m thinking awful things
and I m pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment
is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.

Wandering the 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.

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.