Did you get my message, the one I left
While I was trying to condense 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 didn't I 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 break from the flight that they take
And come back together again with a whole new meaning
In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent??

Did you get my message?

Uh oh, where did it go??
Must have bypassed your phone and flown right outta the window!
Ooh well... How can I tell?
Shoulda called the operator? Maybe she know the info.
But whether or not if my message you got was too much or a lot to reply,
Why not try this for a fact : Should you ever come back
I'd relax and be relieved of all my panic attacks.
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