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

Reconfortantes Sonidos

No me siento bien, a pesar de esos reconfortantes sonidos que haces,
No me siento bien, porque haces promesas que luego rompes, dentro de tu casa,
Por que no compartimos nuestra soledad?

Nada es puro,
No mas,
mas que la soledad.

Es dificil de entenderlo,
Se siente como si te estuviera viendo a traves de unos lentes.
Si alguien mas viene, solo me sentare aqui a escuchar los tambores.

Anteriormente nunca me habia llamado la soledad.

Y probablemente sepas,
todo los sucios shows que he dado,
deficiente y exhausto como cualquiera.
Honestamente he tratado de evadirlo,
Honestamente.

Regresemos a cuando eramos niños, siempre sabiamos cuando parar,
Y ahora todos los chicos buenos se han hechado a perder, nadie a ganado ni logrado nada.