You'll fill me in cause I'm dying over what to wear and celebrate; the tight clothes pushed me to despair I've got no look, no f*cking style, those extra large still make me smile I'm thinking of bringing back the flannel the fashion kids turn up their nose My sisters' buying me my clothes you'll never catch me in Armani Judging you behind crossed arms it isn't right Wavering so cry yourself to sleep at night I've got no look, no f*cking style, the wallet chains still make me smile It's coming back no room for statements Want bands that rock, especially the fashion kids look down on me I guess that you'll see you're way cooler than me It won't be here forever so let's drink a lot until they're gone cause I still think that's something