I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Gra nd
That hipster doorman, he don't know who I am
But my studied aloofness is proof I belo ng so I pa ss
Some girls are pieced like Krypton bombs on the wa lls
Some cut the line to cut the line in the sta lls
The floor is the border between paradi se and the fa ll
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm l eaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
I cruise the room without attracting a gla nce
My Ksubi jeans are more like armor than pa nts
But I don't want to go just yet so I suppo se I should da nce
The music wobbles between rapture and dre ad
Like a divine name that can never be sa id
And I shoot a pretend documentary in side my he ad
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm l eaving 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 de ep as the pi t
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm over the scenesters
I'm l eaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
