I.D.

I'm headed back down to the club in town
Just heard the atmosphere's so emotive
There doesn't seem to be much love amongst
The drunk looks and ulterior motives
Bouncer checked my ID and I got right in
The first time it's happened this week
Finally can put onto practice
My well-honed air of mystique

But now everyone got lost long ago
There's a throbbing bassline that I don't know
I'm thinking I'll get up and go
At least they play some decent music at the indie disco

Seems a funny way to be
Looking all round for connection
Stuck in somewhere where you can't hear or see
The hits can make me scream
But they make you feel part of the team
Still, whatever the cost
I've just got to make sure I'm not wasting my time
And indie music suits me just fine

The indie disco's where you have a ball
You could be back in the middle of a festival
Jumping in the crowd with reckless abandon
Catching someone's eye while you sing in tandem
My kind of people don't care about looking hot in the dark
They're more concerned with misquoting Maxïmo Park

Now I'm being shoved about 'til I feel broke
I wonder Is This It with every stroke
All beer-stained but it feels good to know
That my pulse could set a record at the indie disco

It's a funny kind of scene
I don't need deep house or chart hits
When I'm up to my ears in the Libertines
The club can make me scream
If you don't like it, you're not part of the team
Still, whatever the cost
I've just got to make sure I'm not wasting my time
And indie music suits me just fine

I'm waiting endlessly for the beat
To take me on a wild ride
Can't seem to feel the euphoria
Cause I miss the bright side

There's no need to try and hide
The emotions that you've got inside
But you're free to keep them there if you like
Unless I got to, I'll just hold back
And listen to an alternative track
I feel more comfortable taking a risk, though
At the indie disco