Acid Washed Jeans

I've grown accustomed to a bad fit
And the colors that I'm wearing, ain't the half of it
Decide to take a fresh look at myself
But inside I'm still me, no one else

Like the acid washed jeans that I've left behind
Gotta learn to make changes from the inside
No matter how comfortable my skin's become
New patterns will get accustomed

They're called new fads because they get old
The next one moves in before the last gets cold
It's not how quick you can change with the fads
But how you react and adapt and face the facts