May. 25, 2004 - 8:50 a.m.
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
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
d.c. sleeps alone tonight
you seem so out of contect 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
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
Postal Service
old bitching - random - new bitching
Reads Like: Stitch n Bitch Sounds Like: Postal Service Marathon Feels Like: A little more detached.
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