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 pa ss
Some girls are pieced like Krypton bombs on the walls
Some cut the line to cut the line in the stalls
The floor is the border between paradise and the fa ll
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 da nce
The music wobbles between rapture and dread
Like a divine name that can never be said
And I shoot a pretend documentary inside my he ad
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 pi t
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