This is my third message It's the fact You wont call back That twists the knife that's in my back This is my third message And we do what we love (This isn't helping) This is inexcusable All our work All our hope Vanished in a ball of smoke Inexcusable And we do what we love And we hope without hope And we mean it And we weep and we bleed And we hope and we hope And we only love you Hope you feel it These are the pieces Of my heart Of my trust Of discussion between us These are the pieces
This is my third message It's the fact You wont call back That twists the knife that's in my back This is my third message And we do what we love (This isn't helping) This is inexcusable All our work All our hope Vanished in a ball of smoke Inexcusable And we do what we love And we hope without hope And we mean it And we weep and we bleed And we hope and we hope And we only love you Hope you feel it These are the pieces Of my heart Of my trust Of discussion between us These are the pieces
