I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked me to go so I guess that'll I'll leave
And just be a boy in a magazine

I'll crack my head then pour in some sorrow
I stole some things from you I could have easily borrowed
When you were pissed and on the rag
I waited around but now I'm packing my bags
To live on street in Hollywood
Will they love me there?

I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked me to go so I guess that'll I'll leave
And just be a boy in a magazine

I won't have a bed
I'll still have my string stained hands
I call home where animals are buried in the backyard

When you were pissed and on the rag
I waited around but now I'm packing my bags
To live on street in Hollywood
Will they love me there?

I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave
And just be a boy in a magazine

I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
You asked me to go so I guess that'll I'll leave
And just be a boy in a magazine

I'll be a boy in a magazine (magazine)