Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't You Want To Share The Guilt?, artist - Kate Nash.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 quiet 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 |
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 count the laps |
And this helps 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 around 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 on it 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 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 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 |