I 'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand
T hat hipster doorman, he don't know who I am
But my st udied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass
S ome girls are pieced like Krypton bombs on the walls
S ome cut the line to cut the line in the stalls
The fl oor is the border between paradise and the fall
I 'm leaving Los Feliz
D ay 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
M y Ksubi jeans are more like armor than pants
But I d on't want to go just yet so I suppose I should dance
T he music wobbles between rapture and dread
L ike a divine name that can never be said
And I s hoot a pretend documentary inside my head
I 'm leaving Los Feliz
D ay 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 y earning is timeless and mine is as deep as the pit
I 'm leaving Los Feliz
D ay after tomorrow
I 'm over the scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz