I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on the walls Some cut the line to cut the lines in the stalls On the floor is the border between paradise and the fall I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm leaving Los Feliz I cruise the room without attracting a glance My Ksubi jeans are more like armor than pants But I don't want to go just yet so I suppose I should dance The music wobbles between rapture and dread Like a divine name that can never be said And I shoot a pretend documentary inside my head I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm leaving Los Feliz I'm young enough to know I'm too young to quit I'm old enough to want to get over it But the yearning is timeless and mine is as deep as the pit I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm leaving Los Feliz