Magazines

I always looked through Frosted windows you Silhouettes of Falling stars That shattered wishes passing By So why is it so hard To believe That people look like me Magazines? They're out there somewhere On starry nights Have a little faith They're right there on the Page They're calling your name What Can say except I love I want to there old can I Say the way I want safe anymore in this Convenience store We're out of oil The air was laden with a candy Shine A lesson candlelight Burning night And then the rain washed it out to sea Leaving only my magazines and Me The world dissolved We stayed the same Static on a page And even with it fades Still calling your name What Can I say except I love The way want to Get there before love the want say except I Love way want before can love the I want To get too old