Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty and I’m barely listeningnTo last demands, I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneathnI’ll wear my badge, a vinyl sticker with big block lettersnAdherent to my chest, that tells your new friendsnI am a visitor here, I am not permanentnAnd the only thing keeping me dry is where I amnYou seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complexnA stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visitingnAnd I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leavingnD.C. sleeps alone tonightnThe district sleeps alone after the bars turn out their lightsnAnd send the autos swerving into the loneliest eveningnAnd I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving