Lyrics

Everybody wants to be an indie rocker
I just want to let you know I'm here to stay
So if you ever want to be
Anything to anybody
I suggest you pick one face and give yourself a name.

Everybody's trying to find that perfect t-shirt:
Much too tight; and walk around in worn out jeans
So even though you try to hide it
I see through those fake disquises.
You make it much to easy when you're trying to be seen.

You left me and all my good intentions
Dead and bleeding on the floor
So now I'm done here with all these blurry pictures
Of who you were before.

Keep it down,
I can hear you
Don't be so loud
There's no need to
Try so hard
There's no need to
Cry so hard
When nobody's watching but me...

I admit that I have tried to keep this knowledge
Name these five bands and you're in the right club
So even if I've never heard them
Make up names you've never heard of
Pray to God their non-existant album will appear.

You left me and all my good intentions
Dead and bleeding on the floor
So now I'm done here with all these blurry pictures
Of what you were before

Keep it down
I can hear you
Don't be so loud
There's no need to
Try so hard
There's no need to
Cry so hard
When nobody's watching but me.

And I'm not against the indie scene
The tight t-shirts or worn out jeans
Come to think of it
It sounds a bit like me....
Maybe I just want to be an indie rocker

Keep it down
I can hear you
Don't be so loud
There's no need to
Try so hard
There's no need to
Cry so hard
When nobody's watching but me...