Redacting my fashion statements

The Accidental Hipster

It’s lonely at the cutting edge, when you’re sharper than a blade
Finding ways to show you’re fresh. Not slicing lemons into lemonade
The woes of keeping up to date, it wears me out to stay ahead
Watch the crowd behind me now. They’re looking like they’re so-so sedate

I just want to be past it, not their only wannabe chap
My hopes, if I ever dashed them, laying down my old chequered cap
I’m redacting my fashion statements, nothing left to be seen
Being left behind is simple, once a hipster. Now a has-been

Knowing that my empty cup is no longer half as full.
Ripping through a paperback, not ripping up the neighbourhood
The shapes of the fashionista, caterwaul(k)ing with the crowd
No longer strutting in the glare, I’m stay at home and so house proud

I just want to be past it, none of this wannabe chap
My dole, if I ever cashed it, throwing down my old cloth cap
Tearing up early adoption papers easiest thing I’ve seen
Being left behind is simple, once a hipster. Now a has-been

I’m redacting my fashion statements, nothing left to be seen
Being left behind is easy, once a hipster. Now a has-been

The Accidental Hipster

Words and bob投注平台 – Dave Bradley
Guitar and Vocals – DB

Author: bob投注平台

Award-winning freelance science writer, author of Deceived Wisdom. Sharp-shooting photographer and wannabe rockstar.