Fashion Makes No Sense

Compliments Of Gus

So fashion makes no sense to you

Shall we regard your wedding day?

And if time is an object

Should, for the time you've wasted pay?

And money is a problem

But then that's nothing new

And attitudes unnerving

But this is social stew



So help me out and

Raise a hand

Pray the next step

Falls on promised land



Followed you to somewhere

You told me was the place to be

Found out a short time later

It was for you but not for me

And distance seperates some But not the two of us

Though some days try to break us

Somehow our love stands



So stand with me

Though we are individually

Not the same, not the same

Let's run through the game

Help me out and

Raise a hand

Pray the next step

Falls on promised land