Magazines

You don't say enough words
You're like an alien to me
You're the label of my b-end
Just trying to find some gravity

You don't say you want love
But I see you fleek to the magazines
You want what you can't have
But you don't want your heart to bleed

You don't, you don't
Don't want your heart to bleed

You're on my mind and you think you're too divine
You live in your magazines
Yeah, yeah
You're on my mind, cause I think you're so divine
Yeah I think you're so divine

You care too much about your look
But I think you're looking just fine
You take your shoes off when you walk home
Home to a bottle of wine

You spin a globe around
Put your finger on an island you wanna see
Dream big, but you can't see
And you don't want your heart to bleed
You don't, you don't
Don't want a piece of me

You're on my mind and you think you're too divine
You live in your magazines
Yeah, yeah
You're on my mind, but I think you're so divine
Yeah, I think you're so divine

Woah (oh oh oh)
Woah (oh oh oh)
Woah (oh oh oh)

You're on my mind, and you think you're too divine
You live in your magazines

You're on my mind, and you think you're too divine
You live in your magazines
Yeah, yeah

You're on my mind
I think you're so divine
Yeah, I think you're so divine



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Wilson, Jacob Reed, Max Beech, Nicholas Cavdarski
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