I have a sun-faded, out-dated, hole-punch shirt and all,
that's been pre-owned. I've been pre-listened
for my predisposition to be preoccupied of what I'm thinking...
I'm out of print.
I've done my sea sigh, teary eye, thumbnail wretch and all,
that's been pre-viewed and reviewed.
Until I'm sick to death of it all, with little hope for a last ditch re-issue.
I'm out of print.
I'm out of style.
I'm out of time to get it back.
Don't you I used to know what I wanted?
I used to know what it meant, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I'm out of print.
I'm out of style.
I'm out of time to get it back.
I have a sun-faded, out-dated, hole-punch shirt and all...