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