Mag Girl

You see the pictures in the magazine
Wishin' that your life was that interesting
Material things in your twisted soul
Don't hold your breath because you just might blow

You spend an hour on your fuckin' hair
But you don't know that nobody really cares
You're shallow oh oh
You're shallow oh oh

You set me up
To knock me down
You'd rather see
Me on the ground
The night is young
But you're played out
So I'm going home
Yeah I'm goin' home

You watch your stories on the TV screen
Reality's become your favorite thing
Take a good look at your delusional mind
So inescure you're scared of what you'll find

You cover up the lines that show on your face
The others up your nose for fictional grace
You're shallow oh oh
You're shallow oh oh

You set me up
To knock me down
You'd rather see
Me on the ground
The night is young
But you're played out
So I'm going home
Yeah I'm goin' home

Lay me out tonight
Lay me down, alright
Lay me out tonight
I'm comin' home
Yeah

You set me up
To knock me down
You'd rather see
Me on the ground
The night is young
But you're played out
So I'm going home
Yeah I'm goin' home