Mirage

You came to me on a whim
Like leaves from the orchard
You were floating on the wind
Hang me out to dry
But when you walk in my direction
I get so high

You turn on me and all your perfect friends will see a new side
I left it up to you and now all I get are yield signs
Youre sitting on the curb and Im sipping stout with all my best friends
Im playing my guitar and screams are shooting off to no end

Four a.m. in the Mirage
You told me all your secrets
And were off
The snow is on its way
But I wonder how tomorrow
Could ever top today