Papillon - The Airborne Toxic Event

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 call me up 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 all this wasted time

Oh yeah I been just fine

Then you're at my door in an hour more

I stumble down from the second floor

And we're swaying and braying

We don't know what we're saying

And you grab my shirt you're 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 and your gun

And I wish I had the guts to scream

“You know things aren't always what they seem”

When you walk away I want you to stay

Don't leave me here to pace and pray

All these nights I burnt the hours I turned

You think that by now I learned

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 I will be alright I guess

If I wasn't such a mess

I'm such a mess