Do you know the sound of scepticism?

I took a look at the screen
and I saw myself passing by with a friend
I was a boy in great danger
you could see it in his eyes
he didn’t know what to do
whether the lies could be true
he was insecure of what his pain meant to you
with ‘you’ I mean you as a listener
I give a finger, you take the hand and you whisper
“do you know the sound of scepticism?”
but I guess you don’t give a fuck, do you?
you’re just another car crash lover.