These Simple Complications

I could turn you inside-out
With words that burn like sharpened steel
I could fill you up with doubt
Just trying to tell you how I feel

I could lose you in verbose catacombs
Mazes made to mingle minds
I could prattle off from ancient tomes
Just to loose the bond that binds

Or I could tell you simply all these things
But then they somehow become empty
All the plain words that seem to ease things
Just seem to be what complicates me