I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water
And pictures of you and I'm not coming out
Until this is all over
And I'm looking through the gla** where the light bends
At the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in
And that's when we'll explode