Dead In Magazines

Someone
Called your shot
Just from the other side
Just from the other

The self-made
Rival you are
I thought I
Caught you breathing
It was just the sound of me laughing
Someone
Called your shot

Modern-day eves
Locked arm-in-arm
(With cosmo queens)
Modern-day eves
Locked arm-in-arm
(With cosmo queens)

Turning heads
Then their backs
Turning heads
Then their backs

Trying to find
The polarized version
(Of their obsession)
Trying to find
The polarized version

This is how
To
Escape
The horizon, curled up and frozen still

It's the tilt of
The hourglass
And we're
Slowly thinking
Waiting
And waking