Mixed Signals

Baby, why can’t you make up your mind?

It’s killing me and wasting time

You come over and make me feel wanted

The next day you’re gone, now I’m haunted

Your ghost is still here, even when you leave

Maybe it's your feelings that I misperceive

Your actions say one thing, your words another

Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning down under

The confusion holds me under the surface

I’m afraid my emotions will resurface

Is that where your feelings lurk?

Are they only on the surface or way down deep inside?

These mixed signals are killing me and wasting time