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 But don't be a liar, don't say that Everything is working when everything is 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 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, 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 is working when everything is broken And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor And your eyes say the jokes on me