we will become silhouette詩

Ive got a cupboard with cans of food,
filtered water, and pictures of you
and Im not coming out until this is all over.
And Im looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And Im 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 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 thats when well explode
(And it wont be a pretty sight)

And well become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
ba ba ba ba