Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Papillon, artist - The Airborne Toxic Event. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
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 fans, no friends |
| You call me up at half past ten |
| And 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 |
| Yeah, I been just fine! |
| And 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, your way so curt |
| I swear to God that this doesn’t hurt |
| When you stare like that, you put on that act |
| You’ll 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 lose you |
| As I turn you think that by now I heard |
| That you’re only what you pretend to be |
| I guess that was just lost on me And 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 |