Stormy Monday

Never thought that the day would come where I would wish for To be simply able to walk around the block Instead I'm stuck inside like a fly on the wall I can't do what I used to do My work is done and I've become a refugee in my own home I'm a creature of habit I love a routine That tells me what to do and when I'm to do it It seems routine to impede on me and the life that i'm used to Im getting quite accustomed to a certain uncertainty to The weather's fine but whether that whets our excitement Is firmly held inside a button of panic about to be pushed By cabin fevered loners hating socialisation till it's no longer allowed And were all stuck inside like it's just another Stormy Monday Everyone's getting angry at the things that we do and If your not getting angry were angry at you The mild panic telling us the world is going to end In a TP covered shithole Surrounded by canned friends The weather's fine but whether that whets our excitement Is firmly held inside a button of panic about to be pushed By cabin fevered loners hating socialisation till it's no longer allowed And were all stuck inside like it's just another Stormy Monday The weather's fine but whether that whets our excitement Is firmly held inside a button of panic about to be pushed By cabin fevered loners hating socialisation till it's no longer allowed And were all stuck inside like it's just another Stormy Monday