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