A Magazine (Album Version)

Everyone wants to be part of the scene

See themselves pretty in a magazine

So when my life did read just like a book

Out of corners and cracks they came to look

And that's the story from the years that came

Everyone wants to be part of the shame

What a tragedy what a glamorous scene

Write it in a book or a magazine a magazine a magazine

Open up to read about a murder

Look at the pretty lipstick shades

And that's just how you met your

Frank Sinatra

On the paper thin walls of a magazine

Picked up and paid for yeah but

Who knows what you're really bound to be

You put the pages on your mirror

Another sob story yeah but

It will never fill you up just like the way

You always hoped it bound to be

Who are you

Dream a dream she looks like

MadonnaOr find a

Jesus of your own

Or something different just made for your cover

No religion is fit for a magazine

Picked up and paid for yeah but

Who knows what you're really bound to be

You put the pages on your mirror

You'll never measure up to that

Another sob story yeah but

It will never fill you up just like the way

You always hoped it bound to be

Who are you

So you read it in a magazine

And I had seen the things

I'd never dream

Read it in a book or a magazine a magazine a magazine