Smeared black ink... Your face is ashen
And I'm barely listening to last demands.
I'm staring at the asphalt, wondering what's buried underneath,
Where I am,
Where I am.
I'll wear my badge... A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here,
I am not permanent.
And the only thing keeping me dry is,
Where I am... You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex.
Where I am... A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting.
Where I am... And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving,
Why I was the one worth leaving.
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The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And leave the autos swerving into the loneliest evening,
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving.