Mixed Signals Missed Calls

Hold The Phone, Miss the call I've been mixing up the signals And I'm making up new faults For peace of mind, such a cliche line Aurora in the atmosphere is messing with my utmost fears of home Never felt so alone But I'll be sure to hit the highway When I learn to find the road Break down in the middle of the country Can you count the stars I know that she never really loved me But I never thought we'd take it this far Place a bet against the House Show off your hand Lay it down face out Those judging eyes Monarchs despise They've been looking straight through us And they know every single lie Break down in the middle of the country Can you count the stars I know that she never really loved me But I never thought I'd take it this far