Magazines

She hit LA with her plans to be
So world famous in magazines
Wrote a letter in hopes that she
Would see the world but remember me
A city map and a vintage car
A couple drinks to hide her scars
Pray this fall will treat you well
But only time will tell

If I return to you a broken thing
Then lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me

Fame is what she wants
But I just can't build it up for her
The game is what she hunts
Cause I just can't give my love to her
I'm just so sorry I can't give you what you need
But this love is only partly my responsibility, in us
And I know that I've made some promises that I haven't fully kept
Cause I don't even know what honest is, so it's probably good she left
But I just can't let go of all the shit we had
So leave me broken as your token 'till it gets me back

If I return to you a broken thing
Then lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me

Blame is what she had me for
Giving it to going back
Shame is what we had before
Living in her broken past
So my thoughts were, just give in to what she wants to do
Or find another outlet for this power that would comfort two
Giving in I'm going restless, trying figure out what's best for us
Damn what to do, there's nothing good from loving you
Breaking hearts get away with surgery
Nothing left in this world for her but me
See what fame do, only I could have saved you girl

If I return to you a broken thing
Then lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me down, down
Oh so softly
Lay me



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Matthew Allan Taylor
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