The Airborne Toxic Event – Papillon (Guitar)

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D           A       D         A
All dressed up, no place to run

   D        A        D         A
No car, no girl, no pills, no fun

Bm            A        Bm       A
Nothing to do in this empty room

        Bm     A       Bm     A
I gotta get my head together soon

D           A       D         A
Alone again, no plans, no friends

   D        A        D         A
You come around at half past ten

         Bm            A        Bm       A
You say "How are you holding up my friend?

        Bm         A            Bm     A
Are you sitting around getting drunk again?"

G                                   F#m
And I hear the desperation of those lines

       G                    A
Wasted hours, others wasted time

          D           A       D         A
Then we're out the door in an hour more

    D           A       D         A
We stumble down from the second floor

         Bm   A   Bm    A
And we're swaying, braying

    Bm          A        Bm       A
We don't know what we're saying

        D         A         D         A
And you grab my shirt, your way so curt

  D           A          D         A
I swear to God that this doesn't hurt

         Bm          A            Bm       A
When you stare like that, you put on that act

    Bm          A              Bm       A
You say something and then you take it back

      G                                   F#m
And I feel as though I've done something wrong

          G                    A
Oh, how I miss you when you're gone

      D       A      D       A
And I wish I had the guts to scream

    D              A           D         A
You know, things aren't always what they seem

         Bm     A     Bm      A
When you walk away, I want to stay

       Bm       A      Bm        A
Don't leave me here to pace and pray

          D         A        D       A
All these nights I burnt, hours I turned

      D        A      D       A
You think that by now I'd learnt

            Bm     A         Bm      A
That you're only what you pretend to be

  Bm         A         Bm      A
I guess that was just lost on me

         G                                   F#m
I can't stand the way you look at me in that dress

          G                         A
Oh, Papillon, I might be alright, I guess