We Will Become Silhouettes

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 glass

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

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 that's when we'll explode

(And it won't be a pretty sight)

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go

Ba ba ba