Comforting Sounds

I don't feel alright

In spite of these comforting sounds

You makeI don't feel alright

Because you make promises

That you breakInto your house

Why don't we share our solitude?Nothing is pure anymore

But solitudeIt's hard to make sense

Feels as if I'm sensing you

Through a lensIf someone else comes

I'll just sit here listening to the drumsPreviously I never called it solitudeAnd probably you know

All the dirty shows I've put on

Blunted and exhausted like anyoneHonestly I tried to avoid it

HonestlyBack when we were kids

We would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are

Messing upNobody has gained or

Accomplished anything