I'm on the guest list down
at Paul's Baby Grand
That hipster doorman
he don't know who I am
But my studied aloofness is proof
I belong so I pass
Some girls are pieced
like Krylon bombs on the walls
Some cut the line to cut
the lines in the stalls
On the floor is the border
between paradise and the Fall
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
I cruise the room
without attracting a glance
My Ksubi jeans are more
like armor than pants
But I don't want to go
just yet so I suppose
I should dance
The music wobbles between
rapture and dread
Like a divine name
that can never be said
And I shoot a pretend
documentary inside my head
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
I'm young enough to know
I'm too young to quit
I'm old enough
to want to get over it
But the yearning is timeless
and mine is as deep as the Pit
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz