Please excuse me
I'm not thinking clear
It must just be stress
But I likely shouldn't be here
I'm such a mess
Ref.
I never really ever know what to say
When all of my emotions get in the way
I'm just trying to get us on the same page
I always get it better right afterward
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard
How come I can never get the right words
I need to convey
Wish I could explain
The things that I have to work out
I don't feel right
What has come over me
I'm about to lose my mind
Ref.
Can I let the trees do the talking
Can I let the ground do the walking
Can I let the sky fill what's missing, and Can I let my mouth do the listening
The listening
