Out of Style

You got what you wanted
But not what you need
And nobody noticed
That you don’t believe
You’ll never know, the lengths I would go
To look in your eyes
Will you keep, me beside you a while
Like I’m not incomplete, like I’m not out of style
If nobodies listening
Then you’re on the run
Is everything changing
Or coming undone
You’ll never know the distance I’d go
To look in your eyes
Will you keep, me beside you a while
Like I’m not incomplete, like I’m not out of style
But Oh, I keep hearing things that you don’t say
I keep hanging on words that I make up myself…
Will you keep, me beside you a while
Like I’m not incomplete, like I’m not out of style