Ive got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and im not coming out
Until this is all over
And im looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And im 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
Ba ba ba...
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 thats when well explode
(and it wont be a pretty sight)
And well become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And well become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And well become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And well become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And well become
And well become
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