Answer:
What is full of holes but still holds water
What is often returned but is never borrowed?
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
My days are numbered.