The Proper Usage of the Word Confidant

Tell me son what's troubling you
Carry on, don't hold on to
the places, the faces you hold too dear
the lights and the voices you used to fear
from the merry-go-round
I'll go helpless
you reach the silver screen
we came this far, we couldn't lose
I took a stand, it was no use
the games, the omissions she made too clear
she's a cut on my hand that will never heal
it's in the way she moves
the way she moves you
the way she moves your senses
I played it like a fool
I hope I don't forget
I lost the game, but I won the bet
break in the morning with your sweetest words
you came and you cried, storming through my door
taking advise only from alcohol
I plundered my pockets
and I threw it all
oh, the table screen fell right in front of you
we lost our way, I was falling through
the rooftops and stairways we tried to climb
I did all the effort, but I never tried
from the merry-go-round
I'll go helpless
you reach the silver screen
it's in the way she moves
the way she moves you
the way she moves your senses
I played it like a fool
I hope I don't forget
I lost the game, but I won the bet