Comforting Sounds
Mew
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
