DEATH OF AN INDIE CHICK

Look at her
She’s just a “Patti Smith wannabe”
She knows all the band names
Although some are invented… but who cares?
Yeah, look at her
She’s got an old-school t-shirt
And a funny hair-do
And in front of a mirror
She checks her move
And my terror
Is that she finds me boring
She marks her territory
Separating cool from uncool
And I wonder where I could be
And if there’s space in her world for me
I wear big square glasses
And I can perfectly see…
Oh indie chick I know that you would never dance with me
And not ‘cose I’m a loser but because dance is a losing thing to you
Indie chick the reason I followed you into the ladies room with a knife in my hand you wouldn’t understand.. is this a dream or is it the real thing?
And indie chick I never had you but maybe I dreamed you, as I’m dreaming now….
That I don’t know where I’m bound

Now there’s a festival in some rehersal room
Indie friends and the same old bands
Jerking off each other
But who cares?
Look at her, she’s got the same old t-shirt
But she wears a tattoo
That she shows to some people
I just can’t move
‘cose my terror
Is that she finds me boring
She marks her territory
Separating cool from uncool
And I wonder where I could be
And if there’s space in her world for me
I wear big fake glasses
And I can perfectly see…
Oh indie chick I know that you would never dance with me
And not ‘cose I’m a loser but because dance is a losing thing to you
Indie chick the reason I followed you into the ladies room with a knife in my hand you wouldn’t understand.. is this a dream or is it the real thing?
And indie chick I never loved you but maybe I dream you, as I’m dreaming now….
I just wanted to spend time with you
I just wanted to be part of your world
I wonder if you find me cool now

That I don’t know where I’m bound