I'd like like to begin by apologising
To myself and everybody else
Life was only interesting
When we made it difficult for ourselves
The fact of the matter is
We only felt alive when we almost killed ourselves

Killing ourselves

Life was only interesting
When we made it difficult for ourselves
The fact of the matter is
We only felt alive when we almost killed ourselves

I want to go where you live
I want to go where you were
I want to talk about it
I want to know how you are
I want to hear your point of view
I want to talk to you about it

When I try to think about it
It's a loss in more ways than one
Representing the end of an old way of life
And facing up to what life has actually become

Stretching ourselves so thin 
Held together with worry and weight
Unknotting the threads of our thinking
I just wish I'd not thought that it's better never than late

So you tell me stories
Of your recent history
Some are hard to hear
But I'm glad that you have told me

You say you hate this place
But not the people that are in it
Things are happening
But nothing actually happens
We make our plans
For better and different, different times

So you tell me stories
Of your recent history
Some are hard to hear
But I'm glad you have told me

You speak of the feeling
That there may be troubled times ahead
And you are uncertain
That you can trust yourself when this is done

Off white chairs fixed to the ground
Security door closing, locking behind me
Bottle green plastic carrier bag
Full of polystyrene cups from the day hospital

It's hard to talk about even now
I am swallowed by your embrace
Like I haven't seen you for a hundred years
In your voice there's a stillness

I am not who you need me to be
I am not who you need me to be

You say that you hate this place
But not the people that are in it
Things are happening
But nothing actually happens
I am not who you need me to be

I am not who you need me to be