The Quiet League

This is nothing I am proud of
But it's nothing I can hide
And I can drink the world different
But I'll still be me inside
I saw a question in the patterns
Of the rain outside tonight
There is still hope
There is always hope
But this is my last try

For all the girls in all the bars
And all the party-house backyards
I still can't seem to find the one I want to talk to
And every smile to catch my eye
Each suggestion-laced goodbye
Still just reminds me of the one I wish was here

Don't think that I'm not trying
But it's harder than you'd think
To lose your face in casual laughter
To drown your voice in offered drinks
And your night-to-night replacements
These travelers, so passing fair
Can never seem to measure up to
The one to whom they must compare

For all the girls in all the bars
And all the party-house backyards
I still can't seem to find the one I want to talk to
And every smile to catch my eye
Each suggestion-laced goodbye
Still just reminds me of the one I wish was here