Hogwash - Goodbye letters

His goodbye letters are getting worse, nothing more than usual words. a single thought eats him inside and makes room for his pride. who do you think you are? I saw him today, his smile is still the same he never spoke the name of the barricades he has built inside shelter from jealousy's bite who do you think you are? so tell me who do you think we are? deadshot baby love means something other than this deadshot baby deadshot baby tell me, tell me if you can hear the "knock-knock" from the coffin of good intentions