Don't You Want to Share the Guilt?

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 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 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 read more books Learn some new words My sister used to read the dictionary I'm gonna 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 count the laps And this help me relax When 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 shithole After a while the council got 'round to tidying up the town They decided it was an eyesore so they tore it down Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy grafiti And the word 'Cunt' written in giant letters And now I walk past that I 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 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