Everything Goes Out Of Style

Taking a walk down the street
I got on my brand new shoes
But I'm getting tired of walking
So I got to find an empty bench to use
And then a hypocrite walks up and sits
Greets me with a smile
And says brother, oh, don't you know, everything goes out of style

I saw my grandmother everyday
Until her days were done
She'd stop by the house in the morning time
Cleaning up after everyone
And when I awoke she would tell a joke
Scrubbing all of them floor tiles
But I say brother, oh, don't you know, everything goes out of style

I'm telling one of my dearest friends
To paint my walls white
Because the current color is killing me
And I just can't stand the sight
And can you change it to blue in a week or two
And come back every once in awhile
Because I say brother, oh, don't you know, everything goes out of style

Yesterday I left this woman
Who treated me so nice
All the times we went out together
We were living in paradise
And every single kiss was absolute bliss
Boy those times were wild
But I say brother, oh, don't you know, everything goes out of style

Now I've always been one to believe
What's lost cannot be found
And your soul fills up with sorrow
When you let the bad times get you down
Nothing is worse than life on this Earth
When you're living in denial
So I say brother, oh, don't you know, everything goes out of style