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
