She sucks on the bottle Holds it in her hand And thinks its shaped like a woman Shes seventeen, not yet a woman But the bear is cold and it tastes like freedom And she likes it It feels good This is Independence, Indiana And she likes that It feels good Life may never be as sweet again As Independence, Indiana If you ask her She'll tell you high school sucks People say shes just like her mother She's got a boyfriend And he's got a car And they just cant keep their hands off each other Chorus And all her friends seem hell bent On getting out of town They say im moving up And this place just drags me down Shes about had enough of waving brave goodbyes Gray hound bus, sying brace Nothing else makes such a desperate sense She sucks on the bottle Holds it up to the light And says beer is so under rated And shes got a boyfriend And hes got a car And life just aint that complicated Chorus