Mixed Signals

...... I'm not empty, I'm fine, just a thought away from freeing up the space in my mind. I'm just waiting in line, forwarded my number, call me up when you get the time. Show me your sleeves, and I'll show you mine, I've been drinking, drowning seeing you with some other guy. It's not envy, it's wine, and the stain is not my bleeding heart it's just the design.

++++ It's a symphony of light, dark, something in my mind starts whispering that life's art, listening. You keep playing with my mind, heart, signals on the line, crossed, voices in the blind spots, whispering. It's like something's on my mind, dark, whispering that life's art, symphony of light start listening. Wishing we'd make up our minds, hearts, eyes between the blinds, watch, read between the lines, stop listening.