Dead In Magazines Lyrics

Someone called your shot just from the other side Just from the other
Self made rival you are, I thought I caught you breathing It was just the sound of me laughing, someone called your shot
Modern days, Eve locked arm in arm with Cosmo queens Modern days, Eve 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 its the tilt of the hour glass and we're slowly thinking Waiting and waitin'