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 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 lens

If someone else comes

I'd just sit here listening to the drumsPreviously I never called it solitude

And probably you know

All the dirty shows I've put on

Blunted and exhausted like anyoneHonestly I tried to avoid it, honestly

Back when we were kids

We would always know when to stopAnd now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything