Out of Style

He puts his fancy hat on, wipes his feet on the floor
His hair brushed back, speaks again no more
His grey suit pristine, kisses her forehead one last time
He's leaving for sure, but he's going away in style

She sits on his chair, his warmth travels up her spine
Her tiny feet dangle down, a few inches off the tile
She still looks for his eyes, long lost to time
Don't you know, darlin', you've gone out of style?

Tiny fingers circle his leftover coffee stain
A tiny heart bursts with intolerable pain
Tiny nostrils sniff at whatever remains
A tiny mouth speaks, and seeks, going insane

She sits on his chair, his warmth travels up her spine
Her tiny feet dangle down, a few inches off the tile
She still looks for his eyes, long lost to time
Don't you know, darlin', you've gone out of style?

He was a man on a mission, on a mission to forget
So is she, but he consumes all of her tiny head
She'll always remember him as a man immaculately dressed
No matter how much she strains against a love unaddressed

She sits on his chair, his warmth travels up her spine
Her tiny feet dangle down, a few inches off the tile
She still looks for his eyes, long lost to time
Don't you know, darlin', you've gone out of style?

Don't you know, darlin', you've gone out of style?

Don't you know, darlin', you've gone out of style?

Don't you know, darlin', you've gone out of style?

(Somebody should've told you)
You've gone out of style

(He's a man on a mission)
You've gone out of style

(A mission to forget)
You've gone out of style

(Didn't anybody tell you?)
You've gone out of style

(You must've known, darlin')
You've gone out of style