I turn and look at you looking at me
I repeat my answer as you laugh and disagree
within a day the laughing turned to tears
you left me to die while attacking my own worst fears
do you have an apology you'd like to share
you open your mouth but all that comes out is breathless air
Snap! goes the camera of my mind
as it takes the picture of the last time I smiled because of you intertwined
with the fact
that it never felt like the love in the magazines that I would gaze at
wondering what I could do to make this true because our conversation is flat
I don't know how to explain the emptiness you leave me feeling
while every night I lie in bed and listen to the bugs while I stare at my ceiling
wondering
how our problem could be solved
and all that seem to help was the break up and all who weren't involved
but I was reminded of how glamorized and misunderstood we once were
my magazine love didn't turn out very glossy like the film paper
I try and try to forget where the end begins
while remembering other times and the world seems to spin
around me
there's a bunch of people I don't know
I guess this is the real magazine love and the business of the show
