Oh, you’re too young.
Try another style, some other fashion.
You know, because you look old in that.
Try something else on.
That old wardrobe will become second hand,
and loved by someone else, after all.
Or maybe it’ll stay in the closet,
occasionally you’ll think to wear it–
it was your favorite once–
but it doesn’t fit right, feel right
So back to the buried corner of the dresser it goes
Next to a box you have of precious memories
The one you keep thinking of
looking through someday.
in search of every horizon's sun 