Quarantine Way from Disconnected by Joey Briggs

Dead to the world
But world’s already dead
A tangle of streets
Forcefully desolated

Locked in this place that’s more like a cell
than my home
I’ve been here for month’s
But everything feels completely unknown

All my thoughts are totally unhinged
Only so many shows that I can binge

Four days of rain
Soaked city streets
And drenched in pain

Every day’s the same
With no end in sight
And no one to blame

Or so I’m told

The Clock keeps on running away
I’ve never felt more lost than today
In the unprecedented state
As I sit alone on quarantine way

I lie to myself
And say I’ll make the best
Of this all dead time weighing on my chest

But nothing on that list
Ever gets crossed off like it should
Just stared at the walls and drank in this
Rundown neighborhood

The Clock keeps on running away
I’ve never felt more lost than today
In the unprecedented state
As I sit alone on quarantine way

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Punk
• Singer-songwriter
• acoustic punk
• Los Angeles