Mixed Signals
I spend too much of my time
Staring deep into your eyes
Wondering what goes on behind them
Do you feel the way that I do?
And your mixed signals are so hard
Its like a game with missing parts
And I'll keep trying to replace 'em
As long as you continue playing
But please just stop
Messing my head up
Just tell me where I stand
Could you just help me to understand why
One day it feels like we're something
But the next day it just turns to nothing
How the hell can I understand?
I wish I could read your mind
Maybe then I wouldn't lose mine
And I wish that I fucking knew
What to do to get you
And your mixed signals are so hard
So I'll take it out on my guitar
And continue to be your fool
At least it keeps me close to you
But please just stop
Messing my head up
Just tell me where I stand
Could you just help (help) me to understand why
One day it feels like we're something
But the next day it just turns to nothing
How (how) the hell can I understand?
So I'll cut you outta pictures
Then try my best to re-stick them
As if nothing ever happened
All the pain was imagined
And then you'll suddenly go cold
Well, that's just tradition
And as I finally walk away
You'll run after me quicker
But then you'll stop
And I'll hold on
Tell me where I stand
Help me to understand why
One day it feels like we're something
But the next day it just turns to nothing
How (how) the hell can I understand
No I (I) don't understand
How the hell (hell) can I understand
No I (I) don't understand
Yeah I don't understand
Staring deep into your eyes
Wondering what goes on behind them
Do you feel the way that I do?
And your mixed signals are so hard
Its like a game with missing parts
And I'll keep trying to replace 'em
As long as you continue playing
But please just stop
Messing my head up
Just tell me where I stand
Could you just help me to understand why
One day it feels like we're something
But the next day it just turns to nothing
How the hell can I understand?
I wish I could read your mind
Maybe then I wouldn't lose mine
And I wish that I fucking knew
What to do to get you
And your mixed signals are so hard
So I'll take it out on my guitar
And continue to be your fool
At least it keeps me close to you
But please just stop
Messing my head up
Just tell me where I stand
Could you just help (help) me to understand why
One day it feels like we're something
But the next day it just turns to nothing
How (how) the hell can I understand?
So I'll cut you outta pictures
Then try my best to re-stick them
As if nothing ever happened
All the pain was imagined
And then you'll suddenly go cold
Well, that's just tradition
And as I finally walk away
You'll run after me quicker
But then you'll stop
And I'll hold on
Tell me where I stand
Help me to understand why
One day it feels like we're something
But the next day it just turns to nothing
How (how) the hell can I understand
No I (I) don't understand
How the hell (hell) can I understand
No I (I) don't understand
Yeah I don't understand
Credits
Writer(s): Robyn Perren
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