Stepping Into Line

I didn't want to leave you behind
But your clothes weren't stepping into line
Too much self pity
Not enough nitty griity
And just when you were looking pretty
Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad

You should know it stays the same
No individual thing ever change
But if' its new, it's in the past
Everything goes by so fast
Upstaged by supporting cast
But don't ask the girlfriend to throw it away
It'll be in fashion by next Friday
Hoping our clothes have something to say

Take it away!

Haha

The in vogue clock goes spinning round
Space age fasion lifts off the ground
Just accept the new faith
Try and look common place
Instead of looking out of place

But can't you see I'm staying still
That rich little bastards made me ill, ill, ill!