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