Seventeen Dirty Magazines Lyrics

Modern Skirts Seventeen Dirty Magazines

still frame, a face put to a name

i'll be on the back of your mind

track taste, this day's been such a waste

like boxing with our hands in a bind



stood me up on friday night

and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn't right

and why i always talk with my hands at night

to keep you from the back of my mind



check mate, a move you made to me

sleeping in the closet like ghosts

back door, the way we were before

the gravity was killing us both



Seventeen Dirty Magazines

two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans

and i'm asking if you would care to dine

and keep me on the back of your mind

(chorus repeats)



would it be alright this time

i'll sleep until the moment you may decide

and i'm just an atom without a blind to keep you on the
back of my mind