Don't You Want to Share the Guilt?

Barbecue food is good

You invite me out to eat it, I should go

But I'm feeling kind of nervous and not quite myself

So I'm running late on purpose and I know this won't help

How things have become between us

But if I go, you'll give me hell

And that I don't know how to fix it is making me unwell, wellI arrive at your house but you've just got up

And you are wearing a towel and your eyes look dark

I help to dry your body and I see your cut

So I give you a plaster and we cover it upI say, "Have you been crying?"

And you say, "Shut Up"

So we sit in the garden

And touch the grass with our handsThe sun is going down now and it's been okay

You tell me all the things you did while I was away

And this worries me somewhat

But you say you're fineListen, can you hear it?

Does it speak? Will I feel it?

Will it hurt? Am I near it?

I don't knowI don't know how more people haven't got mental health problems

Thinking is one of the most stressful things I've ever come across

And not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy

I think I should read more books, learn some new words

My sister used to read the dictionary, I'm going to start with thatI'd like to travel, I want to see India and the pyramids

A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France

I'm not sure about rivers, they scare me, but I love swimming

I'm good at it and when I swim, I count the laps, and this helps me relaxWhen I was younger I saw a house burn down

And I walked past it for the next six years

Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous

I wondered if squatters lived there

I'm still not sure but I know

There were never any parties 'cause it was a shitholeAfter a while the council got 'round to tidying the town

They decided it was an eyesore and so they tore it down

Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti

And the word "Cunt" written on it in giant letters

And now I walk past thatI like going to the park, I like walking through it

I like taking my dogs there and friends, and I like being alone

I like being able to shout, but I wish I could be quiet

When I'm quiet people just think I'm sad, and usually I amSometimes when I'm at a really noisy train station

One of the ones with the big, fat trains like Kings Cross

I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out

Because I've got something to sayDon't you want to share the guilt?

Don't think, just try and sleep