Boy In A Magazine

I'll be a boy in a magazine
 I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
 You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
 I'll clap my hand then pour in some sorrow
 I stole some things from you I could have easily borrowed
 When you were pissed and on the rack
 I waited around but now I'm packing my bags
 To live on street in Hollywood
 They will love me there
 I'll be a boy in a magazine
 I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
 You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
 I won't have a bed
 I'll still have my string stained hands
 I got home where animals are buried in the back yard
 When you were pissed and on the rack
 I waited around but now I'm packing my bags
 To live on street in Hollywood
 They will love me there
 I'll be a boy in a magazine
 I'll mean nothing to you, you'll mean nothing to me
 You asked to go so I guess that'll I'll leave and just be a boy in a magazine
 (repeat chorus)
 I'll be a boy in a magazine(magazineeee)
 (repeat)