I wear a homemade mask as I walk down the street
And everything smells a bit like a dryer sheet
A little musty, a little sweet
We try to keep 6-feet
I'm stuck at home and I feel like I'm gonna snap
The wine's from a box, but the water is on tap
They tell me to pull myself up by my bootstrap
I think I'll take a nap
Playing pickup sticks with the spoons on my dish rack
I just had lunch, but I kinda wanna have a snack
Have a bag of chips and a panic attack
I wanna go back