Lyrics

I feel uneasy that I can’t talk
to you like I used to anymore
Oh, it used to be so easy just to tell you
all my feelings when we spoke before

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So I sit down and write a poem till my body
aches and I've cried all the tears that I have
But the poem isn’t good, so I just
crumple it all up and start to write again

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I can’t find a way to get all this
frustration out of my fingertips
It’s made a home in my chest,
a tangled-up nest I can’t reach

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Oh, I've tried everything that everyone has
said apparently will help me come to grips
Oh, I've cried and sung and painted, but
catharsis really isn't coming naturally
I've exercised and meditated, but
catharsis really isn't coming naturally

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I'm going crazy thinkin''bout our
conversations and walks along the shore
Oh, we used to sing duets while we were
watching the sunset but I needed more

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And so I look at all the pictures and I memorize
the way that your eyes look when you smile
Oh, it's burned into my brain, and it's
such a lovely pain for a little while

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I can't find a way to get all this
frustration out of my fingertips
It's made a home in my chest,
a tangled-up nest I can't reach

​

Oh, I've tried everything that everyone has
said apparently will help me come to grips
Oh, I've cried and sung and painted, but
catharsis really isn't coming naturally
I've exercised and meditated, but
catharsis really isn't coming naturally

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If I painted a pretty enough picture
would it bring you back to stay?
If I carved you out of marble or I cast
you into gold, would you be mine?

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Words upon a page can't bring
you here, even for only just a day
But maybe if I write a song about
it, I'll feel better in a little time

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I can't find a way to get all this
frustration out of my fingertips
It's made a home in my chest,
a tangled-up nest I can't reach

​

Oh, I've tried everything that everyone has
said apparently will help me come to grips
Oh, I've cried and sung and painted, but
catharsis really isn't coming naturally

​

I can't find a way to get all this
frustration out of my fingertips

(Out of my fingertips)

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It's made a home in my chest,
a tangled-up nest I can't reach

(I can't reach)

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I've tried everything that everyone has
said apparently will help me come to grips

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Oh, I've cried and sung and painted,
exercised and meditated, even redecorated

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Yes I swear I'm motivated,
but I guess it's complicated

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'Cause catharsis really isn't coming naturally

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Oh, I guess it's complicated 'cause
catharsis really isn't coming naturally

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