Comforting Sounds

I don't feel alright

In spite of these comforting sounds you make

I don't feel alright

Because you make promises that you break

Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?

Nothing is pure anymore but solitude

It's hard to make sense

Feels as if I'm sensing you

Through a lens

If someone else comes

I'll just sit here listening to the drums

Previously I never called it solitude, and probably you know

All the dirty shows I've put on

Blunted and exhausted like anyone

Honestly, I tried to avoid it, honestly

Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything