the district sleeps alone tonight

April 29, 2007

smeared black ink… your palms are sweaty
and i’m barely listening to last demands;
i’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath where i am.

i’ll wear my badge… a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends i am a visitor here.
i am not permanent,
and the only thing keeping me dry is where i am.

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex,
a stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving –
why i was the one worth leaving.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex,
a stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving –
why i was the one worth leaving.
the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening,
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving –
why i was the one worth leaving
why i was the one worth leaving
why i was the one worth leaving
why i was the one worth leaving.

(The Postal Service)

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