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