Catharsis
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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)
It's made a home in my chest, a tangled-up nest I can't reach
(I can't reach)
I've tried everything that everyone has said apparently will help me come to grips
Oh, I've cried and sung and painted, exercised and meditated, even redecorated
Yes I swear I'm motivated, but I guess it's complicated
'Cause catharsis really isn't coming naturally
Oh, I guess it's complicated 'cause catharsis really isn't coming naturally
Oh, it used to be so easy just to tell you all my feelings when we spoke before
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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)
It's made a home in my chest, a tangled-up nest I can't reach
(I can't reach)
I've tried everything that everyone has said apparently will help me come to grips
Oh, I've cried and sung and painted, exercised and meditated, even redecorated
Yes I swear I'm motivated, but I guess it's complicated
'Cause catharsis really isn't coming naturally
Oh, I guess it's complicated 'cause catharsis really isn't coming naturally
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Piper
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