Lyrics Square One - Paris Street

I did not know what I had hoped for
But there was nothing in your eyes
I watched you shuffle towards the back door
You didn't bother with goodbyes

In the unceasing Friday-night-ness
The bar's familiar drunken churn
I wallowed softly in my own mess
I let anxiety return

The night had barely even started
Already filled with could-have-beens

Back to the usual foreboding
With no catharsis to be found
Only more drinks and more self-loathing
Lessons deferred, emotions drowned

Do not lament what never started
The could-have-beens had yet to be
There's no new course yet to be charted
There's nothing else to distract me