Magazines

You don't say enough words

You're like an alien to me

You're the label of my b-end

Just trying to find some gravity

You don't say you want love

But I see you fleek to the magazines

You want what you can't have

But you don't want your heart to bleed

You don't, you don't

Don't want your heart to bleed

You're on my mind and you think you're too divine

You live in your magazines

Yeah, yeah

You're on my mind, cause I think you're so divine

Yeah I think you're so divine

You care too much about your look

But I think you're looking just fine

You take your shoes off when you walk home

Home to a bottle of wine

You spin a globe around

Put your finger on an island you wanna see

Dream big, but you can't see

And you don't want your heart to bleed

You don't, you don't

Don't want a piece of me

You're on my mind and you think you're too divine

You live in your magazines

Yeah, yeah

You're on my mind, but I think you're so divine

Yeah, I think you're so divine

Woah (oh oh oh)

Woah (oh oh oh)

Woah (oh oh oh)

You're on my mind, and you think you're too divine

You live in your magazines

You're on my mind, and you think you're too divine

You live in your magazines

Yeah, yeah

You're on my mind

I think you're so divine

Yeah, I think you're so divine