All dressed up, no place [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] around at half past ten
You say "How are you holding up my friend?
Are you sitting around getting [bad word] again?"

And I hear the desperation of those lines
Wasted hours, others wasted time
Uh, yeah, I 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
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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 something 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

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 burnt, hours I turned
You think that by now I'd learnt
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, alright I might be, I guess
If I wasn't such a mess

I'm such a mess
I'm such a mess
I'm such a mess
I'm such a mess