Lyrics:

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
It's making me unwell
Well...

I arrive at your house
But you've just got up
And you're wearing a towel
And your eyes looked up
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 ok
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 don't know

i dont 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 book learn some new words
my sister used to read the dictionary i'm gonna 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 and i walked past it everyday for the next six years
derelict black chalky and dangerous i wondered if squatters lived there
im still not sure but i know there were not any parties cause it was a shithole
after a while the council got round to tidying up the town
they decided it was an eye sore 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 i walked pass that
i like going to the par 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 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 have something to say

Don't you want to share the guilt?
Don't think just try and sleep