Testo 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 can’t remember the last time I-
Pulled off the table cloth and every dish 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 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 can’t remember the last time I-

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