Testo: Madness. Stepping Into Line.

I didn't want to a leave you behind
But your clothes weren't stepping into line
Too much self-pity, not enough nitty-gritty

And just when you were looking pretty
Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colored bad
Suit not suiting, looking sad

A you should know, it stays the same
No individuals, things ever change
A but if it's new, it's in the past, everything goes by so fast
Upside world, supporting cast

A but don't cross it off and throw it away
It'll be in fashion by next Friday
Hoping all clothes have something to say
Take it away

The 'In vogue' clock a goes spinning 'round
Space age fashion lifts off the ground
Just accept a new face, try and look commonplace
Instead of looking at the praise

A but can't you see I'm standing still?
Catch the future and the past tense made me ill, ill