Mirage

Homing device off
I'm out here
Copped out
Cropped out
Me and my fire

Never knew
The desert held so much to see
Worlds form and disappear
In front of me

I'm telling myself
I'm telling myself

I swear
Its not a mirage
Could this really be thin air?
I think not
I think

What a curious place
To find an island of green
And my lover she is there too
Though she hasn't been a while
All evidence points to the fact
This is no real paradise
Probably just my lonely trek
Getting to me

I'm telling myself
I'm fighting myself

I swear
Its not a mirage
Could this please be more than thin air?

I'm asking
Please
I'm asking
Please

Don't bust the seams

Homing device won't turn on
I don't want to be out here
Crying out
Dying out
I've lost my fire



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Ogle
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