Days gone. Weeks gone. Months gone, how long now?
I can’t keep track. It’s all blurred together.
Tried to read. Tried to paint. Anything to distract me.
From the fact that I’m here. Stuck inside.
The world plays a minor tune.
Because the people cannot commune.
I think that I’ll pour another drink before I go to bed.
It’s just Monday night, it’s true.
But I don’t know what else to do.
Maybe when I wake up this whole ordeal will be complete.
I’ll feel better when I’m sleepin’ - and I’m dreamin’ - dreamin’
I’ll feel better when I’m sleepin’ - and I’m dreamin’ - Are we dreamin’?
Join a call. How’re y’all? Anybody got some good news?
Every morning wearing sweats. Don’t forget, to grab a pop tart.
Missed my hour for a shower. Guess today I’ll wear a Beanie.
It don’t matter. Nothing matters, anymore.
The word plays a minor tune.
Because the people cannot commune.
I’ll finish this pack of parliaments and then I’ll go to bed.
It’s just Tuesday night, it’s true.
But I don’t know what else to do.
Maybe when I wake up the human race will be immune.
I’ll feel better when I’m sleepin’ - and I’m dreamin’ - dreamin’
I’ll feel better when I’m sleepin’ - and I’m dreamin’ - Are we dreamin’?