The Magazines

You haven't left your house in

Over a week

Tonight you're thinking going out

To grab a couple drinks

But you don't want to see them, no

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 don't know your weaknesses or your dreams

But we wanna see you hanging downtown again,

Baby we want to know where you've been.

Now you wait for someone to call you

Just so you can not pick up

You know it seems you've been missing the phone calls

More than you've been missing us

And I'll give you space

And I can make a promise

When you finally grow up

I'll be long gone

And I was hoping, my friend,

You'd come around

But I can't just stick around and wait forever.

I only know what's written in the magazines

I don't know your weaknesses, I don't know your dreams

I was kidding myself to think we were still friends

And maybe we have never been.

Will you really do whatever it takes?

Or are you too set in your ways?

Could you stand up for yourself?

Come on, say it to my face.

I don't want to read another magazine

I've seen your weaknesses and dreamt your dreams

I've got some time to kill for you, my friend

and you know I always will.

I don't want to read another magazine

I've seen your weaknesses and dreamt your dreams

I've got some time to kill for you, my friend

and you know I always will.