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Mixed SignalsMixed Signals.
How strange they are.
One minute you think you're friends.
The next you think they love you.
What is it, I wonder?
That makes people have these signals.
Are we friends?
Are We Lovers?
Are we destined for something greater?
Someone teach me how to read them, These signals.
Teach me how to read them.
So I may know what I mean to them
And what they mean to me.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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