The Tricks
He was the star of the show, making magic out of molecules
He always emphasized in was science, talked about the reasons for the reactions
But to me and my brother, it was always magic
Watching goop change color
Playing with mercury on the carpet
Turning pennies into gold
The Professor, the scientist, was always my magician
Unveiling the tricks of the world
He put on the grandest shows if you let him speak
And oh, could he speak, for hours on end
The cards up his sleeve held the secrets to the universe,
And his shows I got for free while others paid their admission tuition
But I never enjoyed his disappearing act
Holed up backstage, wielding felt-tipped wands against enchanted paper
Bringing his show to other states, talking of tricks to other sorcerers
Too busy to perform for me and my brother
I convinced myself he didn’t love me, I convinced myself I hated him
But I knew it wasn’t true, it was never true
And now that he’s completed the last act of disappearance we’re all fated to make,
It surprises me how often I still miss his show
How often it hurts to know he’ll never reappear, never reveal the trick,
Never move on with the performance
My magician is confined to my mind,
And I vow to protect his show through my words
My magic
He always emphasized in was science, talked about the reasons for the reactions
But to me and my brother, it was always magic
Watching goop change color
Playing with mercury on the carpet
Turning pennies into gold
The Professor, the scientist, was always my magician
Unveiling the tricks of the world
He put on the grandest shows if you let him speak
And oh, could he speak, for hours on end
The cards up his sleeve held the secrets to the universe,
And his shows I got for free while others paid their admission tuition
But I never enjoyed his disappearing act
Holed up backstage, wielding felt-tipped wands against enchanted paper
Bringing his show to other states, talking of tricks to other sorcerers
Too busy to perform for me and my brother
I convinced myself he didn’t love me, I convinced myself I hated him
But I knew it wasn’t true, it was never true
And now that he’s completed the last act of disappearance we’re all fated to make,
It surprises me how often I still miss his show
How often it hurts to know he’ll never reappear, never reveal the trick,
Never move on with the performance
My magician is confined to my mind,
And I vow to protect his show through my words
My magic
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