This Is A Standoff

Youll fill me in cause Im dying over what to wear
and celebrate; the tight clothes pushed me to despair
Ive got no look, no fucking style, those extra large still make me smile
Im thinking of bringing back the flannel the fashion kids turn up their nose
My sisters buying me my clothes youll never catch me in Armani
Judging you behind crossed arms it isnt right
Wavering so cry yourself to sleep at night
Ive got no look, no fucking style, the wallet chains still make me smile
Its coming back no room for statements
Want bands that rock, especially the fashion kids look down on me
I guess that youll see youre way cooler than me
It wont be here forever so lets drink a lot until theyre gone
cause I still think thats something
[ Fashion Faux Pas Lyrics ]