Lockdown Woes

It’s lockdown againAnd I’m dead insidePlant me some of those good old laughsA glass of whiskeyAnd a tale you know is lieBut I hear it againFor I’d take thatA laugh, a drink. A smoke and us all merryI’d rather chill and make mistakesAnd do it all again,than stare at a blank wallAnd see myself staring at meAgain.