Begging for answers

I’m leaving the party at 10 PM
can’t stand the same old song over again
I’m leaving with this familiar feelings trapped inside
self deprecation mixed with my stupid pride

I walk by all those memories
from my high school to the empty streets

I’ve gotta go swallow my anger
stop begging for answers
on what has been and who’s to blame
it’s always the same

how could I end up here again?
leaving the party without a good bye to my friends
so bottles, up the anxiety is going down
where can I buy a one way ticket out of town?

and at the end of today
I’m leaving these empty streets
I’m leaving my memories