The Indie Scene

[Verse] Skinny jeans and flannel shirts no plans tonight Live in Mom's basement rent is too tight Pretend to be deep when talking in line Drink your black coffee claim it's divine [Verse 2] Guitars strum lightly masks it with flair Pretend to be sad with tousled hair Lyrics make no sense but that's the key All about image not about me [Chorus] Oh the indie life cool and aloof Songs about nothing truth or a spoof Play in dive bars no one attends Ride the hip wave don't make amends [Verse 3] Found a cassette think it's retro gold Vinyl records stories getting told Sing of lost lovers you never had Storefront selfies looking so rad [Bridge] In love with our struggles fake as they be From rooftop parties to drinking tea Living the pose style our only creed Never slow down hearts don't really bleed [Verse 4] Tour in a van painted with rust Sell out the dream in image we trust The melodies sweet empty the lines Chasing the trends but missing the signs