The Everybodyfields - Magazines lyrics

two days and my money's spent i can't tell you just where i've been i only gamble when i steal but i like the way it feels my hands still smell like a magazine i keep having the same old dream everything is what it seems something's wrong and i'm off to sleep white knuckles on a baseball bat i know just where i'm at sun shone like david copperfield daddy, tell me it's not real two feet, knee-deep in doubt around the bases and at home i'm out but if you're never home i doubt that you will ever see me out parking lot is a hiding place 'cause under the cars you can't see my face