Eulogies - Out Of Style, Out Of Touch lyrics

I've fallen out of style I put it all down, put it all down But in a moment I would carry you around We might need everything But we'll do it our way, do it our way And we'll find what's left in us to celebrate And I must admit the boy inside is me He's sad to find, long at last It's not as bad as he had dreamed about He's standing proud for all the world to see He's let it go let it out I've fallen out of touch Is it turning out well, turning out well? And would I know it is without a way to tell All of our troubles, but I don't wanna go home Don't wanna go home Hate to see that little man alone Is the joy we found a trap? I'll tear apart my past Is the joy we found a trap where others fell?