Out of Style
I've been trying to keep these feelings to myself
But we've got a library of history on the shelf
I've got some things that I need to say
And no, baby. This can't wait
I got to do it
I was hoping that it would never come to this
But if I save right now for later, I'd be remiss
So, if I want to work this out, Then we gotta duke it out
We got to do it
When I'm out
With my friends
You think I'm doing wrong
And if I don't
Call you every five minutes
It's been too long
I know
You think honesty is not in style
All that I'm trying to say
Is you've got to change…sometimes
Now, I know I haven't always been the best
I did my time for the crime that I confessed
So let's keep the past the past
You got to trust me, this I ask
Are you gonna do it?
When I'm out
With my friends
You think I'm doing wrong
And if I don't
Call you every five minutes
It's been too long
I know
You think honesty is not in style
All that I'm trying to say
Is you've got to change…sometimes
Cause I don't know how much more that I can take
If you keep treading on thin ice, it's bound to break
If it's the end you want to see, then baby keep on pushing me
Do you really wanna do it?