Papillon

All dressed up, no place to runNo car, no girl, no pills, no funNothing to do in this empty roomI gotta get my head together soonAlone again, no plans, no friendsYou call me up at half past tenYou say "How are you holding up my friend?Are you sitting around getting drunk again?"And I hear the desperation of those linesWasted hours, all this wasted timeOh yeah, I been just fine!Then you're at my door in an hour moreI stumble down from the second floorAnd we're swaying and brayingWe don't know what we're sayingAnd you grab my shirt, you're way so curtI swear to God that this doesn't hurtWhen you stare like that, you put on that actYou say something and then you take it backAnd I feel as though I've done something wrongOh, how I miss you and your gunAnd 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 stayDon't leave me here to pace and prayAll these nights I burnt, the hours I turnedYou think that by now I learnedThat you're only what you pretend to beI guess that was just lost on meI can't stand the way you look at me in that dressOh, happy, I will be alright I guessIf I wasn't such a messI'm such a mess