Saints And Sailors — текст песни (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.

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.

Wandering the 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.

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 joke`s on me.