Behind the glass
I watched the world
From cracks the blinds make when they're drawn
I watched the world for years this way
And that catches us up to this moment today

Quarantine
The rock and the hard place I'm between
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine

And it was you I did this for
I put the dead bolt on the door
Understand I can't see you now
Realize it's not to keep me in but to keep all the sickies out

Quarantine
Such an ugly word for what I mean
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine

I heard you let some little flea
Give you that contagious disease
You let him climb right on you two
And it's been plaguing me, too

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Writer(s): Alexander Greenwald