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