Magician's Best Trick - Courtney Marie Andrews

Take me back, I won’t do it again

«Nothing has an end,» Parmenides once said

So forget what was once fallible and written in lead

Forget me not if today is all we have left

Tomorrow is a magician’s best trick

Put your yesterdays back into that pretty head

Take me back, teach me how to change

You can’t mold me, you can’t shape me

You can’t fit me into your little frame

Know your soil before it rains

I suppose no one is really to blame

For this endless and recycled shame

Take me back, but keep your expectations low

Don’t you give to receive

It’ll leave you ample with greed

And when you look at your reflection don’t you try to find me

Judge not the colors but the whole painting

Don’t go searching for the bad that could be

'Cause you will find it comes subconsciously

Take me back, but take me how I come

My slate it ain’t clean, but I will not forget where I came from

So don’t tell me how to do things when that’s always how they’ve been done

I’ve always taken the road less traveled on

So you can meet me here when you’ve moved on

But you can’t have me how you want

The truth is you can’t have me at all