I 'm on the guest list down at P aul's Baby Grand
T hat hipster doorman, he don't k now who I am
Bu t my st udied aloofness is pro of I belong so I pass
S ome girls are pieced like Krypton b ombs on the walls
S ome cut the line to cut the l ine in the stalls
The fl oor is the border betwe en paradise and t he fall
I 'm leaving Los Fe liz
D ay after tomo rrow
I 'm over the sc enesters
I'm leaving L os Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
I cruise the room without attr acting a glance
M y Ksubi jeans are more like a rmor than pants
Bu t I d on't want to go just yet so I suppose I s hould dance
T he music wobbles between r apture and dread
L ike a divine name that can n ever be said
An d I s hoot a prete nd docume ntary inside m y head
I 'm leaving Los Fe liz
D ay after tomo rrow
I 'm over the sc enesters
I'm leaving L os Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
I 'm young enough to know I'm t oo young to quit
I'm old enough to want to g et over it
But the y earning is timeless and mi ne is as deep as t he pit
I 'm leaving Los Fe liz
D ay after tomo rrow
I 'm over the sc enesters
I'm leaving L os Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz