The Airborne Toxic Event Lyrics: Papillon

The Airborne Toxic EventFrom The Album The Airborne Toxic Event (2008, 2009)
Lyrics by Mikel Jollett


All dressed up, no place to run. No car. No girl. No pills. No fun. Nothing to do in this empty room. I’ve got to get my head together soon.

Alone again, no plans, no friends, you come around at half past ten. You say, “How’ve you been holding up, my friend? Just sitting around getting drunk again?”

And I hear the desperation of those lines. The 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 as we’re swaying, braying. We don’t know what we’re saying. And you grab my shirt, you’re always 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 then you’ll take it back.

And I feel as though I’ve done something wrong. How I miss you when you’re gone.

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 burn, these hours I turn, 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.

And I can’t stand the way you look at me in that dress. Papillon, I might be all right, I guess.

If I wasn’t such a mess. I’m such a mess.


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