False alarm

I'm trying to put this thing to bed, I've drugged it in its sleep. There isn't many memories, I'm comfortable to keep. This ball keeps rolling on, It's heading for the streets, keep expecting you to send for me. The invitation never comes, each time I turn around. There's nothing there at all, so tell me why I feel like I'm up against a wall but maybe it's a flase alarm and all the answers sound the same. Just colours bleeding into one, that doesn't have a name. Maybe I can't see, maybe it's just me. Now the curtain's coming up, the audience is still I'm struggling to cater for, the space I'm meant to fill and distance doesn't care, each time I turn around. There's nothing there at all, so tell me why I feel like I'm up against a wall but maybe it's a flase alarm and all the answers sound the same. Just colours bleeding into one. That doesn't have a name. Maybe I can't see, maybe it's just me. I'm trying to put this thing to bed I drugged it in its sleep. Remember what you said are you comfortable to keep it?