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

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.

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.

but, i´m not laughing
you´re not leaving
who do i think i am kidding?
when i´m the only one locked in this hell

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.

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.