This city's filled with indie chicks and hypocrites
Nails black like vinyl on their fingertips
Dye their hair as their changing through relationships
Grasping straws just to find a way to get a grip
Pretentious mentions of bands I've never heard of
Half a pack of light blue Spirits burnt up
Denim jackets and oversized round glasses
In the rain lighting cigarettes with matches
Dark lipstick and Cleopatra eyeliner
Stick and pokes of Mars and Ursa Minor
Comfort Christmas lights and XL stolen sweatshirts
Old ripped fishnet tights at shitty indie concerts
Lasting memories of the days we thought were endless
Back before I realized you were pretentious
Back to introductions like it's nice to meet ya
Back to summer nights of hot girls and cold pizza