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

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 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

and 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 joke's on me.

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

and who do I think I am kidding

When I'm the only one locked in this cell?

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.

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.