Staring at you from across the room
Patagonia shirt, and some fucked up shoes
He might try to talk to you about bands
Stick and poke tattoos on his hands, shitty ones at that

Cool cat in a five-panel hat
Couple Ipas
He makes art on his Mac
And he swears that he's not a fuckboy
But he's worse, he's an arty indie softboy

K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
(I said) K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
K-Y-L-I-S
K-Y-L-I-S
K-Y-L-I-S (oh)

They come in lots of different breeds
Some like to skate
Some like to read
Some of them like boring guitar bands
And some of them like minimal techno
That they'll tell you all about
Even though you don't fucking care

Cool cat in a five-panel hat
Couple Ipas
He makes art on his Mac
And he swears that he's not a fuckboy
But he's worse, he's an arty indie softboy

K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
(I said) K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
K-Y-L-I-S
K-Y-L-I-S
K-Y-L-I-S (kill your local indie softboy)

You make shitty beats in your bedroom on Garageband
But you're still patronizing as shit
I don't wanna see your socks
Roll your jeans down
Put your keys in your fuckin pocket
Take them off of your jean-loop
Your belt-loop (whatever the fuck it's called)

K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy
(Put your keys in your pocket, I don't care)
K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
Kill your local indie softboy
K-Y-L-I-S
Kill your local indie softboy (oh)
K-Y-L-I-S
K-Y-L-I-S
K-Y-L-I-S

Oh, oh, oh