Barbecue food is good
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You invite me out to eat it
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I should...go
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But I'm feeling kind of nervous
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And not quite myself
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So I'm running late on purpose
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And I know this won't help
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How things have become between us
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But if I go you'll give me hell
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And that I don't know how to fix it
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It's making me unwell
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Well...
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I arrive at your house
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But you've just got up
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And you're wearing a towel
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And your eyes look dark
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I help to dry your body
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And I see your cut
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So I give you a plaster
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And we cover it up
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I say have you been crying
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And you say "Shut up"
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So we sit in the garden
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And touch the grass with our hands
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The sun is going down now
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And it's been okay
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You tell me all the things you did
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While I was away
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And this worries me somewhat
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You say you're fine
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Listen
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Can you hear it?
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Does it speak?
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Will I feel it?
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Will it hurt?
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Am I near it?
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I don't know
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i dont know how more people haven't got mental health problems
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thinking is one of the most stressful things i've ever come across
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and not being able to articulate what i want to say drives me crazy
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i think i should read more book learn some new words
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my sister used to read the dictionary i'm gonna to start with that
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i'd like to travel i want to see india and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bicycles in france
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i'm not sure about rivers they scare me
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but i love swimming i'm good at it
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and when i swim i count the laps and this helps me relax
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when i was younger i saw a house burn down and i walked past it everyday for the next six years
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derelict black chalky and dangerous i wondered if squatters lived there
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im still not sure but i know there were not any parties cause it was a shithole
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after a while the council got round to tidying up the town
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making it less offensive here and there,
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they said it was an eyesore so they tore it down
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behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word cunt written on it in giant letters and i walked pass that
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i like sitting in the park i like walking through it
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i like taking my dogs there and friends and i like being alone
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i like flowers and simplicity i like compassion and thoughtful gifts
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i like being able to shout but i wish i could be quiet
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when i'm quiet people think i'm sad and usually i am
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sometimes when i'm at a really noisy train station one of the ones with the noisy trains like kings cross
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i feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because i have got something to say
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Don't you want to share the guilt?
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Don't think just try and sleep
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Don't You Want To Share The Guilt?
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| Kate Nash |
