waiting here with hopes, the phone will ring.
i'm thinking awful things and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
and this apartmentis 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 joke's on me.

but I'm not laughing and you're not leaving.
who do I think I am kidding?
when I'm the only one locked in this cell.