Dont You Want To Share The Guilt Chords

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 You inGvite me out to Ceat it, I sEmhould...

 GCo, but I'm feGeling kind of Cnervous

  And Emnot quite mysCelf

  So I'm rGunning late on pCurpose

  And I Emknow this wont hCelp

  How tGhings have become bCetween us

  But if I Emgo you'll give me Chell

  And that I dGont know how to fCix it

  Is mEmaking me unCwell

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

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 dont know

I dont know how more people havent 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 some more books

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 count the laps

And this helps me relax

When I was younger I saw a house burn down

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 will never be parties cuz its a shit-hole

After a while the council got round to tidying the town

They decided it was an eyesore so they tore it down

Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crabby graffiti and the word 'Cunt'

written in giant letters

And now I walk past that

I like going to the park

And 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

Somewhere with the fast 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