Saints and Sailors - Dashboard Confessional

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

But 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

I’m not laughing, you’re not leaving

Well, who do I think I am kidding

When I’m the only one locked in this cell