Home by a creative singer
(from Torn by Natalie Imbruglia)
So I'm kind of scared of being here
There's lots of talking,
Lots of singing
Without protective gear
So all your germs are in the air
Back during SARS I was just a child
Didn't seem to know,
Seem to care
'Bout the virus running wild
But now I'm freaking out alright
I sterlize, I sanitize
My hands are always frickin' dry
There's just so many things
That I can't touch
I'm torn
How do I use the lift?
How do I get the door?
I hold onto my bags
'Cause all the germs fall to the floor
And when I get the train
I'll stand using my core
Because I don't know who the hell has touched that pole before
I need to hibernate
I wanna go back home
So then I finally went out on the street
After days of being at home
And hiding in my sheets
But then I start to worry 'cause
There's nothing left at the grocery store
I can't find bok choy no more
There's just white people things
Like pasta, cheese and corn
Where the hell's the rice?
Why's it three times the price?
And when I ask the staff,
Let's say she wasn't very nice
There's dust in my eye
But if I touch it I might die
I think the only way to get it out is start to cry
I need to hibernate
I need to go back home
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