Magazines

Laetitia, you destroy me, so I can see why I feel so lonely
when you and me could be forever perfectly perfect together.
I know.
Broken down in my dead bedroom, stuttering to pictures of you.
I’m sure that you can always see me.
I saw you staring through the TV last night.
So I’ll leave my door open all night, in case you decide you want to stop on by.
Because you got to know who’s been singing that song on the radio.
The one that goes…
My friends all call me crazy cause I stay up late anticipating,
and planning for the day I sweep you off your feet, I’d never leave you alone.
Laetitia, you got my hand shaking,
I’m begging you to please stop breaking my heart
because I got the feeling that you and I will never really get it on.
So I’ll leave my door open all night in case you decide you want to stop on by.
Because you got to know who’s been singing that song on the radio.
The one that goes…
Girl, come to me.
The only broken-hearted lose you’ll ever need,
or I’ll be left alone forever with my magazines.