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 anymore 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