Saints And Sailors lyrics

Song information

Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Album: The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most

Lyrics

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

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