Magazines Pt. II lyrics

I'm sick of all the moonlight
That gets in through the seams
It bounces of the countertops
And reflects off magazines
I read it in the cosmos
I saw it in my dreams
But all I ever learned from love
Is you can't stay seventeen

Keep me in your catalogue
Till I'm old and obsolete
A maze of frayed connections
Corrupted memories
Fluorescent candles burning
Light without the heat
Commands without an output
Files to delete