Magazines

I had a couple daytime drinks and said
A bunch of things I never really meant
A perfect bullseye on your weak spot's
My only recent accomplishment

And lately I've been missing magazines
I guess they beat the hell out of a screen
That only shows me people
Doing so much better without me

And I'm content
To play any role that you would cast me in
And I resent
Any hand that you'd care to extend
I guess I'm bent on my destruction
And I'm praying hard for something to give

And yeah I started writing down my dreams
Trying to figure out what's ailing me
And you're always at the center
Talking backwards like Twin Peaks

And lately I've been going a lot of walks
Guess they beat the hell out of the talks
I should probably have with my therapist
In a pair of slip-proof socks

And I'm content
To play any role that you would cast me in
And I resent
Any hand that you'd care to extend
I guess I'm bent on my destruction
I throw out every instruction you give

And I've been writing letters to myself
Full of promises of future health
But when I read them in the morning
It's like they were written by someone else



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Writer(s): Jared Martin
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