Stuck Inside
Stuck inside for the ninth day
Since the lights went down on Broadway
We've been dealing with things our own way
You have to admit these are strange days
It's hard to get close from six feet apart
It's hard to see god in digital art
The death rates up in today's pie chart
Another headline rips your heart apart
So we all just wait for the right time
When hanging with friends is not a crime
Hopefully by the summer time
Our biggest worry is a fishing line
It's hard to get close from six feet apart
It's hard to see god in digital art
The death rates up in today's pie chart
Another headline rips your heart apart