Abracadabra

You are magic,
Because when you talk,
My brain magically forgets how you broke my heart
And my heart races, expecting miracles.
My brain is wise, knows you’re not good for me,
But my heart it’s addicted to you,
It’s like you’re a signal,
And my heart is the receiver,
My heart is turned to your channel.
I tried to stop dreaming impossible dreams,
But you override the logic in me,
Your persuasion, my passion,
My Achilles heel.
My brain knows that your magic is just an illusion
But my heart still believes in tooth fairies and Santa Claus.
So abracadabra,
Here we are again,
And the magic show plays on,
To an audience of one.