Did you get my message, the one I left

While I was trying to convince everything

That I meant in a minute or less when I called to confess

And make all of my stresses go bye-bye

Did you get my message, you did not guess

'cuz if you did you would have called me with your sweet intent

And we could give it a rest

'stead of beating my breast

Making all of the pressure go sky-high

Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send ?

Do they bend, do they bre ak from the flight that they take

and come back togetheragain with a whole new meaning

In a brand nEw sEnsE, completely unrelated to the one I sent ?

Did you get my messege ?