Texty

In communication school The girls are way too cool To them I'm such a tool In their denim and fancy jewels I changed the way that I dress So they could see me at my best But now they look at me less What can I do to impress these girls? I ditched my filmmaking class To take notes on A24 and be sad I put on some Demarco but it's kinda trash I'm still forever picked last And now I'm So depressed Didn't study, failed the test But there's always next semester I'll prepare and try this over and over again A certain one's got my eye But I am too scared to try Her name is Christie or Skye She's kind of a socialist I can't lie I tried to read on her ways And I told her in theory it's great She said, "you're as smart as an ape" And, "you'll never relate" And now I'm So depressed Didn't study, failed the test I fucked up again Even when I tried my best I know we come from different worlds I just want a glimpse in But there's always next semester I'll prepare and try this over and over again I'm failing Indie Girls 101 I'm failing Indie Girls 101 I'm failing Indie Girls 101 I'm failing Indie Girls—(fuck) I'm so depressed Didn't study, failed the test I fucked up again Even when I tried my best I know we come from different worlds I just want a glimpse in But there's always next semester I'll prepare and try this over and over again I'm failing Indie Girls 101 I'm failing Indie Girls 101 I'm failing Indie Girls 101 I'm failing Indie Girls 101
Writer(s): Jackson Henry Velli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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