The girl I like is tight with indie rockers
Every show, the front row, "isn't it awesome?"
Knows their songs before they're on a record
No doubt what they're about, unless they correct her
Saw their video, one shot in slow motion
Concept EP's gonna be about the ocean
With lyrics so deep, repeated nine times over
You know they look nineteen, apparently they're much older
At their day jobs, they are heartthrobs
In the dive bars, they are superstars
You can sing along, feel like you belong
You can buy a shirt and wear it to work
And if you get their CD won't you lend it to me?
The girl I like spent a night with the singer
The high sign was the tan line on his finger
Pen to the paper, he wrote her a song
Took some time, took some time, made it rhyme
And played along
On toy keyboards, broken chords, no bass
The parts in his K-mart guitar are all replaced
And like their video, living in slow motion
Smoking weed, saying they need the right promotion
At their day jobs, they are heartthrobs
In the dive bars, they are superstars
You can sing along, pretend you belong
You can buy a shirt and wear it to work
But if you get their CD won't you lend it to me?
