Mirage

Violet was tickling my fancy
Gives out just the right amount of soul
I wonder if it makes me sound too old

Decided that a Stella or a Candy
Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole
Swept them over to the stack of no's

La-di-dah
I sing songs about
Whatever the fuck they want
Whatever the fuck they want

And ooh-eh-ooh, I'm so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
Painting my teardrops on
And on, and on, and on

Staring through the window of a wig store
Crying through the credits of a show
That you've seen a bunch of times before

An inch away from settling on Coco
Shame that she's that girl you used to know
Loved her, but we had to let her go

La-di-dah
We sing songs about
Whatever the fuck they want
Whatever the fuck they want

And ooh-eh-ooh, we're so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
Painting our teardrops on
And on, and on, and on

Anna-Marie Mirage
Shooting a mood collage
Piñata paper heart
I don't know where she starts
And I stop

Dress me like the front of a casino
Push me down another rabbit hole
Touch me like I'm gonna turn to gold

She's almost like a million other people
That you'll never really get to know
And it feels as if she's swallowing me whole

La-di-dah
We sing songs about
Whatever the fuck she wants
Whatever the fuck she wants

And ooh-eh-ooh, we're so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
She's painting our teardrops on
And on, and on, and on