I can't get through to you
No matter how hard I try I'm just trying to phone but I'm tired of the dial tone
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
The hardest in the room to read when you're sitting right next to me from small talk to radio silence maybe what we need is distance
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
No reciprocation it went from flirtation to frustration I love you lost its intention
I'm a one-sided voicemail you'll never return for goodness sake I'm not an advantage to take
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
You're not a godsend soon it'll be the end
Amber Azalea - Mixed Messages Lyrics
Amber Azalea - Mixed Messages Lyrics
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I can't get through to you
No matter how hard I try I'm just trying to phone but I'm tired of the dial tone
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
The hardest in the room to read when you're sitting right next to me from small talk to radio silence maybe what we need is distance
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
No reciprocation it went from flirtation to frustration I love you lost its intention
I'm a one-sided voicemail you'll never return for goodness sake I'm not an advantage to take
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
You're not a godsend soon it'll be the end
No matter how hard I try I'm just trying to phone but I'm tired of the dial tone
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
The hardest in the room to read when you're sitting right next to me from small talk to radio silence maybe what we need is distance
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
No reciprocation it went from flirtation to frustration I love you lost its intention
I'm a one-sided voicemail you'll never return for goodness sake I'm not an advantage to take
I can't deal with your mixed messages and the false premises and I'm falling between the pretenses and I'm out of bandages
You're not a godsend soon it'll be the end
Writer: Amber Heard
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