Out of Style

Instead of talking shit why don't you do something about it? It's time for a change and you're out of style.
Shut your fucking mouth because I'm sick of your shit.
This is not my scene, I'll walk all over it.
I don't give a fuck about you or your fashion.
Just like the flu you'll be gone next week.
We don't give a fuck about how much you drink because the only thing that matters is the way you think.

With every waking moment I think of love, I think of my passion to speak my mind where it's not wanted.
Better yet, where my words mean more.
I'm not doing this for my heath, I got a chip on my shoulder and I'm calling you out.
Who am I to judge? So act like you knew.
Do us a favor, get a fucking clue.