Papillon

The Airborne Toxic Event - Papillon

All dressed up, no place to run

No car, no girl, no pills, no fun

Nothing to do in this empty room

I gotta get my head together soon

Alone again, no plans, no friends

You come around at half past ten

You say "How are you holding up my friend?

Are you sitting around getting drunk again?"

And I hear the desperation of those lines

Wasted hours, others wasted time

Uh, yeah, I been just fine!

Then we're out the door in an hour more

We stumble down from the second floor

And we're swaying, braying

We don't know what we're saying

And you grab my shirt, your way so curt

I swear to God that this doesn't hurt

When you stare like that, you put on that act

You say something and then you take it back

And I feel as though I've done something wrong

Oh, how I miss you when you're gone

And I wish I had the guts to scream

You know, things aren't always what they seem

When you walk away, I want to stay

Don't leave me here to pace and pray

All these nights I burnt, hours I turned

You think that by now I'd learnt

That you're only what you pretend to be

I guess that was just lost on me

I can't stand the way you look at me

In that dress

Oh, happy, alright I might be, I guess

If I wasn't such a mess

I'm such a mess

I'm such a mess

I'm such a mess

I'm such a mess