Yellow-Green

You seem to love sending,
Sending me mixed messages,
Is this your twisted way of,
Ensuring your control?

You can be so difficult,
It's time to drop the act,
I'm not a mind-reader,
In case you couldn't tell.

But you're making me,
Making me try to,
Try to put the pieces all together,
I gotta tell you,
This isn't easy,
Isn't easy guessing what comes next.

I understand that,
That you seem to have,
Your own insecurities,
To be bothered with.

But when do I,
I come into the picture,
May sound so selfish,
Let me know why.

But you're making me,
Making me try to,
Try to put the pieces all together,
I gotta tell you,
This isn't easy,
Isn't easy guessing what comes next.

So open up your eyes,
And while you're at it open mine,
Never thought much of mind games,
Now I've found what to despise.

And you're making me,
Making me try to,
Try to put the pieces all together,
I gotta tell you,
This isn't easy,
Isn't easy guessing what comes next.

I'm asking for a little peace,
A little peace of mind,
You might just be surprised,
Surprised at what you'll find.