Pilot Miss Mirage
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
There blistering to death
When my skin catches fire
And turns the deepest shade of red
You'll be watching - pale, white, and cool
And I'll be waiting in hell.
Hell, it's all I can do.
Sometimes I'm bitter
Sometimes I'm better
Sometimes I'm okay
But mostly,
I never ever want to see you again.
I never want to see you again.
Because it's not like you mean it when you say,
'Someday, sometime
When our stars align...'
Yeah, okay.
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.
I'm losing it all.
