Paroles de Dead in Magazines

someone called your shot just from the other side the self made rival you are i thought i caught you breathing it was just the sound of me laughing modern days eve locked arm in arm with cosmo queens turning heads then their backs trying to find the polarized version of their obsession this is how to escape the horizon, curled up and frozen still its the tilt of the hour glass and we're slowly thinking, waiting, and waking