Don't You Want to Share the Guilt?

Album: My Best Friend is You (2010)
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  • BBQ 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, 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 the grass
    With our hands

    The sun is going down now
    And it's been okay
    You tell me all these things you did
    While I was away
    And this worries me somewhat

    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 those 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 try and read more books
    And learn some new words
    My sister used to read the dictionary
    I'm going to start with that
    I'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 think about numbers
    And count the laps
    When I was younger I saw a house burnt 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 cause it was shit
    After a while the council got round to tidying out the town
    Making it less offensive here and there
    They said it was an eyesore so they let 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 that

    I like sitting in the park
    And I like walking through it
    I like taking my dogs there
    And friends, and I like being alone
    I like flowers and simplicity
    I like compassion and thoughtful gifts
    I like being able to shout
    But I wish I could be quiet
    When I'm quiet people think I'm sad
    And usually I am

    Sometimes when I'm at a busy train station
    Somewhere big with the noisy trains like King's 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 Writer/s: KATE MARIE NASH
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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