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