Magazine

I was waiting for a miracle
Waiting high and low
I was reaching for illogical faith
Reaching for an instant fix for a pain
I was praying
For a messiah to love
I was praying to the gods above
As I wondered where the real things been
There you are
Your face
On the cover of a magazine
Who needs biblical integrity
Now I have a vision
Of who I would like to be
Between your pages
I think I love you between your lines
I really think I know you too
I check my mirror
Hate what I see
The face the person looking back at me
Because
Never will be
Your face
On the cover of a magazine
Do I want fame
An instant fix for a pain
It's warped and utopian
A make believe arcadian
If its biblical integrity
Or celebrity dependency
How could I not see what I was looking for
Was inside of me already
Before I look for a messiah to love
I need to start with myself first
I close your pages now
On the shelf I lay you back down
This is the farewell scene whoever you are goodbye
Your face
On the cover of a magazine