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 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