Dirty Magazine Lyrics

Life is like a magazine

We're thumbing through pages and daydreaming

Of what we wanna be

With little honesty

I light a cigarette, drag it down

Don't give me the check, I want another round

Before I leave tonight

And get back to my life

What's the point of going home

When I'm just gonna sit alone

And think of what the world used to be

And what it's not anymore

I'm so damn confused about what to believe

Is that the real you, is this really me

Looked in the mirror today

I didn't recognize anything

I've become what I didn't like

Gotta get myself back, gotta get it right

Before I'm all gone

What's the point of going home

When I'm just gonna sit alone

And think of what the world used to be

And what it's not anymore

Never mind my demeanor

I'm just sick and I'm tired

Of everything going wrong

I've got more grey hair than I've ever had

An extra wrinkle where I used to laugh

But, nobody's laughing now

Can we please just figure it out

Can we please just figure it out

So there's a point to going home

And we don't have to feel alone

What's the point of going home

When I'm just gonna sit alone

And think of what the world used to be

Yeah, I still think of what the world used to be

Do you still think of what the world used to be

And what it's not anymore