Hampdens (The)
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty and I’m barely listeningTo last demands, I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneathI’ll wear my badge, a vinyl sticker with big block lettersAdherent to my chest, that tells your new friendsI am a visitor here, I am not permanentAnd the only thing keeping me dry is where I amYou seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complexA stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visitingAnd I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leavingD.C. sleeps alone tonightThe district sleeps alone after the bars turn out their lightsAnd send the autos swerving into the loneliest eveningAnd I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
From Letras Mania