Mixed messages in every word I know this tongue don't always make the best impression But it's well equipped to keep you guessing It's getting old, I knew it would But every line has means to buy some time Till I can finally find what I am truly searching Searching for... I fled the scene to capture my dream Goodbye, cuz I may never make it home I put you out it's such a crime Of mine to find that my life has been inconvenient to you It's criminal, oh it's such a waste of time Turn off the lights I'm in my prime I haven't had the chance to shine as bright as I know how to Shine as bright as you know how to! I fled the scene to capture my dream Goodbye, cuz I may never make it home