Saints and Sailors

*by: Dashboard Confessional

this is where i say,
"i've had enough"
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
pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment
is starving for an argument
anything at all
to break this 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

don't be a liar
don't say that everything's working
when everything's broken

you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the jokes on me

well, i'm not laughing
you're not leaving
but, who do i think i am kidding?
i'm the only one
locked in this cell