haywire

so easy to get
the message mixed
you think it's that
and they think it's this
and before you can blink
your signals are crossed
haywire the plan
you thought out
now just lost
the lines just too blurred
the life incomplete
all so fucking messy
the things you made neat
don't count on the ones
you thought on your side
they're out for themselves
those on whom you've relied
what out for yourself
make your own joy
don't count on that one
he's just a decoy