Feb 25, 2005 13:46
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.
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.
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring and i'm thinking awful things
and 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..
im not laughing you're not laughing..