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 any more 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