Fashion

You were the girl in the Joy Division t-shirt
That didn't know who Ian Curtis was
And I'm the guy with the neutron stars in his eyes
That can't be arsed with looking any more

The Indian labour on my feet
The skateboard saviour on my chest
Is going out of style
It's going out of style
I'm going out of style

You were the girl in the purple denim jacket
With a tattoo of Isn't Anything
And I'm the guy with his collar fastened too tight
That can't be arsed to loosen up again

The Indian labour on my feet
The skateboard saviour on my chest
Is going out of style
It's going out of style
I'm going out of style



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Barfield
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