Magazines (The Everybodyfields)

Two days and my money's spent I can't tell you just where I've been I only gamble when I steal But I like the way it feels My hands still smell like a magazine I keep having the same old dream Everything is what it seems Something's wrong and I'm off to sleep White knuckles on a baseball bat I know just where I'm at Sun shone like david copperfield Daddy, tell me it's not real Two feet, knee-deep in doubt Around the bases and at home I'm out But if you're never home I doubt That you will ever see me out Parking lot is a hiding place 'Cause under the cars you can't see my face