Idle hands
Crazy times call for crazy measures
Sitting at home looking for treasure
Can't go out, don't want to stay in
Feeling like I've turned to a life full of sin
Evading the public, persuading the public
Wishing Corona would leave the public
Alone.
Tired of having nothing to do
Tired of skating around the blues
Tired of staying inside my home
Wishing we could just go and roam
The world
Will things get better?
Will people see the pleasure
In staying home together?
Probably not
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