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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 
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