𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑

Bored

Drip, drip, drip, drip
Tap, tap, tap, tap
There is not much to do right now
Except, of course, feel trapped
Inside a home, left all alone
But now, i might just snap
For all i do, is play kazoo
I guess i'll just adapt