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