Indie

Dm Dm Am Dm I quit making music, for the second time today Bb F C It can be quite exhausting when you hate the songs you play Dm Am Dm Of course i have no money, and my mother pays the rent C Dm Sometimes I'm just scared that I will fail until my end. Dm Am Dm I think your songs are gloomy, because you speak of death Bb F C But it's my job to remind you of the things you might forget Dm Am Dm I don't want you to end up all surprised at Peter's gate C Dm I wish someone had told me, but I guess it is too late Dm Bb C Dm Bb F Dm Bb F C C7 Dm Am Dm You don't play indie folk, don't even know what indie means Bb F C You can write the following down, in your little magazine: Dm Am Dm I once had a dog called Indie, he had cancer in his knees C Dm When he couldn't walk no more, the vet put him to sleep Dm Am Dm Some bands they are shitty, some bands they're great Bb F C Dm I think you must be glad that you're a part of that debate Dm Am Dm Your record got three stars, but someone heard they gave you four C Dm I didn't pay attention, I was dry humping the floor Dm Bb C Dm Bb F Dm Bb F C C7 Dm Am Dm I spent two years in a hospital for the mentally insane Bb F C And when I was asleep they took pieces of my brain Dm Am Dm They studied them in Germany and it didn't take them long C Dm To send me a guitar and teach me how to write a song Dm Am Dm I guess you don't have friends, 'cause no one likes a man who's down Bb F C There's no one there to visit you whenever you're in town Dm Am Dm I have many friends, cause people know that I'm great fun C Dm When you are not around, I am happy as the sun Dm Bb C Dm Bb F Dm Bb C Dm Bb F C C7 Dm