I hope that
Gramps goes back
To mowing
His front lawn
I know that
We'll go back
To sleeping
In your arms
Grocery lines
Too much time
Spent at home
Without you
Netflix f*cks
Pornhub sucks
Wasting time
Eating food
Six feet
Six feet
Facetime time
Like bad wine
I'm sick of
Calling you
Frozen rice
Melting ice
Six feet from
Loving you
Unemployed
With no joy
Well ain't this
Nothing new
I've died once
Inside for months
And yet I'd
Kill for you
Six feet
Six feet