Miss Mirage by Pilot
I am an illusion, a mirage of sortsA collection of
memories scattered on your floor
That you're sifting through slowly, tearing up the
pictures.
How quickly you forgot
How pathetic I remember
Your birthday, your birthmarks
Our first date and dance
Our first kiss, the boardwalk walking
Summertime romance
But now, it's over
I'm a liar when I say,
'Thank God it's over.'
It's not like you mean it when you say,
'Sometime, someday
When the stars align,
That'll be the day.'
You're making a mess of me
You've got me on the floor,
Kicking and screaming
Like a boy who's lost his mother
A boy who lost control drifts away
Day by day, I lose it all
As I'm burning in the sun
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