The Magazine

Rumor has it there's a new edition

All the fantasy that's fit to print

I never saw myself within their vision

Maybe that's the catalyst

I've been having trouble talking 'bout it

I keep going out to check the mail

Wanna cancel my subscription

But I know I never will

No mother could bear to hear

You insult The Creator

A body crafted for years and years

And you say that you hate it

She doesn't look like me

And I wanna fix it

It's inspiration

But I-I-I know I-I'll let it kill me

All hail the magazine

It's not an addiction

It's motivation

But I-I-I know I-I'll let it kill me

I wish I could pick up a phone and call her

And say, "God, are you there?"

Thinking maybe I would come out smaller

If I said a little prayer

But the pages show no mercy

You bear the fruit, so you pay the cost

Of kneeling in the bathroom stall until

You see the beauty in the body you lost

You lost

No mother could bear to hear

You insult The Creator

She made you in her image

Now, the reason you love her

Is the reason you hate her

She doesn't look like me

And I wanna fix it

It's inspiration

But I-I-I know I-I'll let it kill me

All hail the magazine

It's not an addiction

It's motivation

But I-I-I know I-I'll let it kill me

I'll let it kill me

I'll let it kill me