Don't You Want To Share The Guilt?

歌詞

Barbacue food is good You invite me out to eat, 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 If I go you'll give me hell And that I don't know how to fix it is making me unwell Well I 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 up I say "have you been crying?" And you say "shut up" So we sit in the garden and touch grass with our hands The 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 fine Listen Can you hear it? Does it speak? Will I feel it? Will it hurt? Am I near it? I don't know I don't know how more people haven't got mental health problems, thinking is one of the 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 some more books, learn some new words, my sister used to read the dictionary, I'm gonna start with that. I'd like to travel, I want to see India, and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bycicles 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 relax. When I was younger I saw a house burn down and I walked past it everyday 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 because it was a shithole. After a while the council got round to tidying up 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 in giant letters and now I walk past that. I like go 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 am. Sometimes 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 say. Don't you want to share the Guilt?... don't think just try and sleep.