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 come around at half past ten
You say, "how are you holdin' up, my friend?
Are you sittin' around getting drunk again?"

And I hear the desperation of those lines
Wasted hours, all this wasted time
Oh, yeah, I've 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 somethin', 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