I don't believe in magic. Eat your chunky soup   I'll be sitting here sipping my broth   by my lonesome   I'm not your napkin, clean up the messes you make   I'll be sitting here in my loss   on your accord      I don’t believe I’m manic. Just with nothing to lose   Won’t you sit down so we can talk   through our problems?   I’m not just asking, you being gone’s what I can’t take   Soup’s on the table, it’s still hot   Come back for more      Our table is set, off in the corner   Candlelit with flowers in the center   One glimpse at a setting so special   If I only believed in magic, I’d call it magical      If I only believed, if I only believed, if I only believed