The Sharp Smell Of Magic

The smell of you on me makes my head swell
And the lights blink; magic
Oh, everyone deserves a friend like you
Or at the very best, an enemy
Because the Christmas lights hung from your head
Remind me that you're the last person to know me
For who I really am (or was before you)
Get up, stand up, drop up
Dancing on the wall, forgetting who is home
And the scent of your hair makes my head spin
You have know idea how much trouble I could be in
If I remember that I live in the smell of hairspray
And the sound of good girls, anti-you's
The ones that don't know how to party or how to forget
But the lights blink; magic
And out of all the hundreds of people currently interfering with my life
You're the only one I can see (or touch)
This has, gone on, far too long for me to hit restart
I can only love you from backstage
'Cause I keep the show running
While your reputation should be running me into the ground
Tonight, you keep me up with concrete pillars
Just being friends is too unfriendly, how about you come with me
And we can go love each other underneath the highway
And watch the river flow and the city lights glimmer
And fight off questions about where we've been
Everyone who writes poetry like mine
They deserve awards and a lover like you could be (if you kissed me)
Keep on driving me lazy, I'm too crazy
To pull myself out of the magic back to where I came from
Well, I'm offended you consider me your friend
Because I consider you my reason for living
And my life with reason
When all's said and done, you feel too good
And your hair smells too nice for me to call it a sin