Monday, February 16, 2004
*this is where i say i've had enough, no one should ever feel the way that i feel now. a walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises, and i dont believe that im getting any better, any better..
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and im thinking awful things, 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 id never wanted out, and this is about as social as i get now. and im throwing away the letters that i am writing you, cos they would never do, i would never do. never..
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and im thinking awful things, pretty sure that few would notice. and this apartment is starving for an argument, anything at all to break the silence.
well dont be liar, dont say that everythings working, when everythings broken, and you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor, and yr eyes say the jokes on me.
well im not laughing, yr not leaving, well who do i think i am kidding? when im the only one locked in this song.
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and im thinking awful things, pretty sure that few would notice. and this apartment is starving for an argument, anything at all to break the silence.
so dont be liar, dont say that everythings working, when everythings broken, and you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor, and yr eyes say the jokes on me.*
"saints and sailors" dashboard confessional
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and im thinking awful things, 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 id never wanted out, and this is about as social as i get now. and im throwing away the letters that i am writing you, cos they would never do, i would never do. never..
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and im thinking awful things, pretty sure that few would notice. and this apartment is starving for an argument, anything at all to break the silence.
well dont be liar, dont say that everythings working, when everythings broken, and you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor, and yr eyes say the jokes on me.
well im not laughing, yr not leaving, well who do i think i am kidding? when im the only one locked in this song.
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and im thinking awful things, pretty sure that few would notice. and this apartment is starving for an argument, anything at all to break the silence.
so dont be liar, dont say that everythings working, when everythings broken, and you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor, and yr eyes say the jokes on me.*
"saints and sailors" dashboard confessional
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