Comforting Sounds
I don't feel alrightIn spite of these comforting soundsYou makeI don't feel alrightBecause you make promisesThat you breakInto your houseWhy don't we share our solitude?Nothing is pure anymore but solitudeIt's hard to make senseFeels as if I'm sensing youThrough a lensIf someone else comesI'll just sit here listening to the drumsPreviously I never called it solitudeAnd probably you knowAll the dirty shows I've put onBlunted and exhausted like anyoneHonestly I tried to avoid itHonestlyBack when we were kidsWe would always know when to stopAnd now all the good kids areMessing upNobody has gained orAccomplished anything