someone called your shot just from the other side the self made rival you are i thought i caught you breathing it was just the sound of me laughing modern
Diet pills and magazines, advertisement on the TV screen, gotta spend your money before your money runs dry gotta spend your money before you die die
Pink stars and magazines. your latest issue. save me the drama queen for one day. tattoo my name into your heart and smile. obsession is your only
'll be left alone forever with my magazines Come to me The only broken-hearted loser You'll ever need Or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines
They'll never cure this thing With medicine and magazines, ohh, ohh, ohh I know you play your part You cover up your ever aching heart, ohh, ohh No
We used to get our kicks reading surfing magazines Some good looking people wearing, Lee Cooper jeans They're breaking on the headland, they're breaking
her like a tambourine The other dissing me on her message machine Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed I hope you'll still let me kiss you Magazines
as a breeze They call you king of magazines You know my heart is on my sleeve My heart is on my sleeve But when you're cool as a breeze They call you king of magazines
You're a little bit different And now I know, you're in magazines Now I know, you're in magazines And I'm alone, you're in magazines It never was you
Someone called your shot just from the other side Just from the other Self made rival you are, I thought I caught you breathing It was just the sound
pink stars and magazines. your latest issue. save me the drama queen for one day. tattoo my name into your heart and smile. obsession is your only
They don't know who you are. They get a brief glimpse and then you just shut it down You know you close yourself off. Because they only know whats written in the magazines
They've all got knives drawn!! they've all got knives drawn!! one by one another one down. With fingertips gleaming in artificial light, just a few more
wouldn't get too far, Tearing out pages, I wouldn't get that far. Magazines, Tearing pieces off me, Pages fall out, And they just fall out. Magazines
hits her like a tamborine Another dissing me on her message machine Magazines and daddy issues I know you're pretty pissed I hope you'll still let me kiss you (Magazines
be left alone forever with my magazines. Come to me. The only broken-hearted loser you'll ever need, or I'll be left alone forever with my magazines.
enough When the feeling makes me buzz You know my heart is on my sleeve My heart is on my sleeve But when you're cool as a breeze They call you King Of Magazines