Magazine Theory - Darren Hanlon

I hate all my clothes;

they’re all falling apart

Does the colour of my shirt match the collar of my heart?

When was the last time you checked your machine?

And I’m wondering will you ever get the message?

Our stars say that we were never meant to be

Maybe we shouldn’t rely on magazine theory

Try as you may, try as I might

We squint our eyes under the red disco light

I’m gonna buy some new clothes

My room I’ll rearrange

But I’d have to be blind to see things haven’t changed

Like the boy and his bags by the side of the road

All the time in the world but nowhere to go