MOLOKA - Indie Boys Lyrics

Not saying a word
If you don't believe what you've heard
Getting in your head
That i wanted you instead
Your names not worth the whispers

Keep this to a minimum
Haven't thought about in like a month
Ruining my peace
With those baggy jeans
Don't find you entertaining

What a waste of a pretty face
Ruining my credit when i pretend not to get it
Not too sure about your rotten to the core
Just another indie bore

Play a chord on your sisters guitar
Telling me about how it's actually really hard
The lens is fundamental if the cameras made of metal
But have you ever heard wonderwall?

What a waste of a pretty face
Ruining my credit when i tell you That i get it
Not too sure about your art is so Hardcore
Just another indie bore

What a waste of a pretty face
Give you too much credit for a boy who'll Never get it
Hard not to care when he's got curly hair
But he's just another indie boy
Hard not to care when he's got curly hair
But he's just another indie boy
Hard not to care when he's got curly hair
But he's just another indie boy
Hard not to care when he's got curly hair
But he's just another indie boy