Текст песни Saints and Sailors - 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 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
Pretty sure that few would notice
And this apartment is starving for an argument
Anything at all to break the silence

Well 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 you might say the jokes on me

Well I'm not laughing
You're not leaving
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
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 you might say the jokes on me