Alicks's blog: "Other people's words"

I'm sure a lot of you don't like it...but I do. It's on repeat now. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - The Postal Service 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?" (Where I am) I'll wear my badge: a vinyl sticker with big block letters adhered to my chest. It 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'm just visiting. And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving. (I was the one worth leaving) D.C. sleeps alone tonight. (Where I am) You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex. (Where I am) A stranger with your door key explaining that I'm just visiting. (Where I am) And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving. (I was the one worth leaving) (Where I am) The District sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights. (Where I am) And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening. (Where I am) And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving. why I was the one worth leaving. why I was the one worth leaving. why I was the one worth leaving.