Why I was the one worth leaving
A stranger with your door key explaining that I'm just visiting
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I am not permanent
A stranger with your door key explaining that I'm just visiting
Wear my badge, a vinyl sticker
And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Tells your new friends, I am a visitor here
Why I was the one worth leaving
Where I am, where I am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
Publishers: DYING SONGS, WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty
And the only thing keeping me dry is
And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
What's buried underneath
Songwriters: Ben Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello
Why I was the one worth leaving
With big block letters adhered to my chest
Why I was the one worth leaving
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering
D.C. sleeps alone tonight