We were the young, beautiful trend setters.
We owned this world setting it on fire with
youth's arrogance. We peddled old fashions as
our genius. We were going to live forever.

We are old now, befuddled, hate your music and
wish you'd turn it down. Our herd is dying off.
We are lost. We are paisley in a flannel world.
We live the same day over again until we don't.