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 I'll leave
And just be a boy in a magazine
I clapped my head
Then poured in some sorrow
I stole some things from you
I could have easily borrowed
When you were passing on the ride
I waited around, but now I'm packing my bags
To leave our street in Hollywood
Will it all be 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 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'll go home
Where animals were buried in the backyard
When you were passing on the ride
I waited around, but now I'm packing my bags
To leave our street in Hollywood
Will it all be 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 I'll leave
And just be a boy in a magazine
I'll 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
I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll be a boy in a magazine
I'll be your boy in a magazine
I'll be your boy in a magazine
I'll be your boy in a magazine