Ben Gibbard

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

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 context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that I am just visiting
and I 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"