Lyrics Dirty Magazines - Dylan Joel

Old dirty magazines
Under my bed
Really something you don't need, carefully tread
Secrets I can't let you see, for better though
Wonder what you think of me, it's hard to know
Oooh, I'm trying to hide it
Oooh, no compromising
Oooh, you're not invited
So you won't see

Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines

Oooh, if I told you what would it achieve, yeah
What would it achieve if I told you so?
Oooh, if I told you what would you receive, yeah
What would you receive if you had to know?
Speak the truth
On Sunday's I still break my bread and
Listen to everything the pastor says, yeah
But for you, some things are better left unsaid
So you won't see

Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines

Well magazines are secrets
Under our bed
Bogus to our closest friends and hope that they won't care
Well someday they'll forget
And if someday never comes around,
We'll pretend, we'll try and pretend
Dust builds, covers fade, the pages still remain
Sweep them under the rug, and watch the ink begin to stain
Blink and hope for change, but change will never come
Unless we share our magazines, vulnerability is love

Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, you won't see my dirty magazines, my magazines
Oh, no, but if you show me your magazines, your magazines
Then oh, no, I guess that you can see my
Magazines, I guess that you can see my magazine