Soup For Two... Or One Letra

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