Leaving Los Feliz

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