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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