Magic Gone

And I swear to god, if you touch me one more time
You know the spot, between my hairline and my spine
And I swear to god, if you give a compliment
I’ll take this shot and hope I forget

That I don’t even know where you’re at
And I can’t remember the last time I held you
And I don’t even know where you’re at
And I can’t remember the last time I

Pulled off the table cloth and every dish just stayed in place
The magic gone and that solemn look upon your face
That says, “we’re finally growing up.”

And I don’t even know where you’re at
And I can’t remember the last time I held you
And I don’t even know where you’re at
And I can’t remember the last time I held you

And I don’t even know where you’re at
And I can’t remember the last time I held you
And I don’t even know where you’re at
And I can’t remember the last time I

Pulled off the table cloth and every dish just stayed in place
The magic gone, and that solemn look upon your face
That says, “we’re finally growing up.”