Letra de Magazines

Two days and my money's spent
I can't tell you just where i've been
I only gamble when i steal
But i like the way it feels
My hands still smell like a magazine
I keep having the same old dream
Everything is what it seems
Something's wrong and i'm off to sleep
White knuckles on a baseball bat
I know just where i'm at
Sun shone like david copperfield
Daddy, tell me it's not real
Two feet, knee-deep in doubt
Around the bases and at home i'm out
But if you're never home i doubt
That you will ever see me out
Parking lot is a hiding place
'cause under the cars you can't see my face