The Postal Service the district sleeps tonight

Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty.
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 wear my badge.
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhering to my chest.
it tells your new friends,
i am a visitor here.
i am not permanent.
The only thing
keeping me dry is
It seems so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex.
a stranger with your door key
explaining that im just visiting".
I am finally seeing
that i was the one worth leaving.
i was the one worth leaving.
Dc sleeps alone tomight.
It seems so out of context
in the gaudy apartment complex.
a stranger with your door key
explaining that "im just visiting.
I am finally seeing
that i was the one worth leaving.
i was the one worth leaving.
The district sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening.
I am finally seeing
that i was the one worth leaving.
i was the one worth leaving.
i was the one worth leaving.
i was the one worth leaving.