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 dont belive im getting any better.

waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and im thinking awful things
and im pretty sure that few would notice.
and this apartment
is starving for an argument.
anything at all to break the slience.

wandering this house
like i've never wanted out
and this is about as social as i get now
and im throwing away the letters that i am writing you.
'cause they would never do.

CORUS: so dont be a lier,
dont say that "everythings working"
when everythings broken.
and you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me.
REPET!