Quarantine by Brian's First Beard

I don't feel like drinking today, but I'll most likely anyway. Got nothing better to do. Ain't leaving the house anytime soon. I guess I'll have a beer or two. Maybe I should get out of bed. I might just sleep myself to death. Who wants to wake up? Facing the day is hard enough when everything feels so fucked. Is this quarantine over yet? I'm tired of the internet. Everyday feels the same; open the phone, refresh the page, but I'm no longer entertained. I'm whining like a little kid. Should just be grateful I'm not sick, but I'm losing my mind, concept of self and track of time. I keep telling myself I'll be, just fine. I'll be alright.

• Punk
• garage punk
• pop punk
• power pop
• quarantine
• Philadelphia