The Listening

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. 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. 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. (Wish I could explain) 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. 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 in? Can I let my mouth do the listening? The listening? 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 What I mean to say.