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 The wasted hours, all this wasted time Oh yeah, I'll be 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 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 to stay Don't leave me here to pace and pray All these nights I burned Hours I turned, you'd think that by now I'd learn 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, Papillon, I might be alright 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