I 'm on the guest l ist down at Paul's Baby Grand
T hat hipster doorman , he don't know who I am
But my st udied aloofnes s is proof I belong so I pass
S ome girls are pieced like Krypton bombs on the walls
S ome cut the line t o cut the line in the stalls
The fl oor is the border between paradise and the fall
I 'm leavin g Los Feliz
D ay after tomorrow
I 'm over t he scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz
I cruise the room w ithout attracting a glance
M y Ksubi jeans a re 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 bet ween rapture and dread
L ike a divine na me that can never be said
And I s hoot a prete nd documentary inside my head
I 'm leavin g Los Feliz
D ay after tomorrow
I 'm over t he 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 th e y earning is timeles s and mine is as deep as the pit
I 'm leavin g Los Feliz
D ay after tomorrow
I 'm over t he scenesters
I'm leaving Los Feliz
Day after tomorrow
I'm leaving Los Feliz