how freakin appropriate

[bellapalmera]

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
pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment is starving for an arguement
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

so don't be a liar
don't say 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

i'm not laughing, you're not leaving
who do i think i am kidding
when i'm the only one locked in this cell

yeah, justin's not my friend any more. the cell phone was thrown and the clock was broken. and it felt pretty damn good, if i do say so myself. some things aren't even worth the thin thread that you're left hanging on to....