You say the magic's gone, well i'm not a magician ...

My palate may not be refined enough to distinguish if the chef has added a pinch too much pepper to his sauce,
My eyes aren't keen enough to see that the artist has painted a stroke too many
My judgement isn't good enough to discern the yard too far that the sportsman has run

But i know that once the spark has gone, i need to find an electrician

When we're young, a Dear John letter will do the trick to get us out of a tight spot (i guess an sms does the trick just as inhumanely)

As we get older and more guillelessly gutless, we might set ourselves up to get caught in an act of flag del

At any age, we can always bite the bullet, front up and say: sorry babe, i'm offski...