Like All Good Magicians

Strung out at the Halloween party All the older girls say it don't mean nothing But that don't matter to a boy, just thirteen Watching them put a blindfold on me Cross-legged in a walk-in closet Took the first sip of a gin and tonic Still pitch-black, all their hands touching me Silently screaming 'I wanna leave' Bruised up in the old-town basement The clock's ticking and I'm still facing down All the haunts of those rough memories The foundations of my personality A soft touch from a friend and a lover Yet a cringe, and a shiver, and a cover Do I deserve all the love that I hear Or is it luck that I am still here? Posted up on crosses, stuck back in that closet waiting For my saving graces Am I so far gone, forsaken? I'm your Ego Jesus, I'm your broken entertainer Asking, did I do well? Did I entertain? You said, like all good magicians, that I make you scream And that you found your god in the numerology Breaking bread with my Paul and my Judas Is there hope for the young and the useless Or will the answer be thrust onto me Or is too late at 23 Tough love for a dying patient Not sure if it's heaven you're facing But I still love you after what you did to me I still wonder if you ever think of me Posted up on crosses, stuck back in that closet waiting For my saving graces Am I so far gone, forsaken? I'm your Ego Jesus, I'm your broken entertainer Asking, did I do well? Did I entertain? You said, like all good magicians, that I make you scream And that you found your god in the numerology You said, like all good magicians, that I make you scream (Don't you worry, it's already over) And that you found your god in the numerology (Don't you worry, it's already over) Don't you worry