saints and sailors

This is where I say Ive 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 dont believe that Im getting any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and
Im thinking awful things and
Im 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
Ive never wanted out and this is about as social as I get now.
And Im throwing away the letters that
I am writing you cause they would never do,
I would never do.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and
Im thinking awful things and
Im retty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
So dont be a liar dont say that
everythings working when everythings broken.
And you smile like a saint but you curse
like a sailor and your eyes say the jokes on me.