Isn't it right, isn't it wrong?
Where is the magic all of the old ones promised me?
Save some for me
Little bit broke, little bit young
Hands of a timepiece, oh how they swung while it's ticking on
Totally rusted
It's my stage when curtains close
Everyone likes a show, but today I'll disappear in the crowd
Wasting my time, do what you asked
Pour all of my drink into your half full soda machine
You'll sell back to me
Cards on the deck, wait for your turn
Said it'd be magic, but now that I've learned the tricks too
I don't miss you