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Indigo De Souza - Smog New Album: All of This Will End out April 28th on Saddle Creek Preorder: FOLLOW INDIGO DE SOUZA Web: Tour Dates: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: Subscribe: “I wrote ‘You Can Be Mean’ about a brief toxic experience I had with a manipulative and abusive LA model fuckboy. However brief, it had a life-long impact on my understanding of self,” Indigo explains. “Leading up to that experience, I had a history of putting myself in toxic situations and pining for validation from people who treated me poorly. I was stuck in some delusion that I could help abusive people through their trauma and teach them to love me in the way I deserved. I wrote this song when I finally realized that I could choose not to allow harmful behavior into my life, and that there is a deep, deep importance in protecting the body and spirit. I stopped caring about validation from assholes, stopped thinking it was my responsibility to help them, and started caring for myself in a real way. Once I made that switch in my psyche, I began to manifest truly loving, safe, kind, and communicative people into my life. Being loved in the way I deserve begins with loving myself in the way I deserve. Boundaries are so important. The body is a sacred and fragile thing and it deserves every ounce of care.” CREDITS Directed, shot, and edited by Indigo De Souza Starring Indigo De Souza Written by Indigo De Souza Produced by Alex Farrar and Indigo De Souza Recorded and Mixed by Alex Farrar at Drop of Sun Studios Mastered by Josh Bonati at Bonati Masters Indigo De Souza - vocals, keyboards Alex Farrar - guitars, keyboards Avery Sullivan - drums, whistles Dexter Webb - guitars, whistles Dave Hartley - bass Zack Kardon - whistles LYRICS Go past the photograph and take a right It’s in the hallway under the exit Thank you for trying to be polite But, babe, I think we’re already past that You can be mean to me I’m not gonna stop you You can be a dick to me It’s what I’m used to I can’t believe I let you touch my body I can’t believe I let you get inside You know what you did You know what you took from me It makes me sick to think about that night I’d like to think you got a good heart and your dad was just an asshole growing up But I don’t see you trying that hard to be better than he is When will it ever get any better? When’s it gonna get any better? When will it ever get any better? When’s it gonna get any better?
