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.