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
Wear my badge
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
Adhered to my chest
Tell your new friends
That I am a visitor here
And I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is...
It seems so out of context
In this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that I'm just visiting
And I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving
And the district sleeps alone tonight
After the bars turn out their lights
And sends the auto's swerving into the loneliest evenings
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving