The days sneak up our steps
Like Mormon boys did
In the time before quarantine
Now we wake every morning
Feeling like midlife crisis actors
Part of the conspiracy
Every day we brush our face and wash our teeth
Rinse and repeat
Stuck in a loop like a white noise generator
Bought from a Chinese sweatshop
Our front stoop is the means and ways
Weighs heavier each day
‘Cause we are stuck in a loop
The nights tumble down our steps
Like your drunk friends did
In the time before the stay-at-home
Together all alone
Feels like we met in the middle of a long time ago
Haven't seen you in a long time though
I infer your existence from the evidence here
In the apartment that we share
Stuck in a loop like divine science fiction
It’s the comedy we’re missin’
Once is a fluke but twice is a trend
And if it never ends
You might be stuck in a loop too
“What ever happened to, uh … what’s her name?”
“Oh me? I just went to the kitchen for a snack!”
Stuck in a loop but I gotta say it’s not much different
Than the life I had been livin’
And if I’m gonna be cooped
At least he's stuck with me
Stuck in a loop but I gotta say it’s not much different
Than the life I had been livin’
And if I’m gonna be cooped
At least she gets to be
Stuck with me
It’s not so bad to be
Stuck in a loop with you
I'm in the way
I know I'm in the way
I can't seem to get out of the way
I'm in the way, I know
So much to my consternation
I've been thrown before creation
And told that it's okay to say that
I'm uncomfortable
With all of the mumbling around me
Indicating I am already
Relegated to the past
Well, nothing ever lasts
I know I'm in the way
And every time I see them leaving
Too caught up in my own grieving
To explore the pained expressions on their
Faces as they go
And sometimes I'll touch upon a feel I've felt
But it's too real to spell it out
Until it accidentally slips
And my ego trips
And I fall in line
And find I'm in the way
I'm in the way
I know I'm in the way
I can't seem to get out of the way
I'm in the way, I know
I was born with the TV on
Rabbit ears and my own theme song
As the Good Lord sparked my soul
I held out my hand for remote control
And it was given to me
I grew up accustomed to seeing my face
Played back to me ona VHS tape
I learned to hate the bump on my nose
I learned to smile by watching the shows
That they let me see
But oh, when you realize it isn't quite so
This is no situation comedy
It hits like an anvil from above
We are Perfect Strangers
To the people we love
I was born with the TV on
Cut the cord but it didn't last long
Now and then we all fade to black
Hoping to find out that we'll be right back
After these messages
Oh, when you find a show of your own
It feels so romantic (comedy)
Hits like the story is true
Which is no Small Wonder
To the people who love you
No Small Wonder to the people who love you
They leave their young at home
All alone
To go be worker drones
Out in the honeycomb
As it threatens to outgrow
The anxious sun
That warms the bees
In the fruit trees
Buzzing around like they know
They may not be around tomorrow
Oh have they seen
The computer machine
So cold is that warm wonder
Have they seen the hidden maze
Behind the cathode rays
Where the smell of the ozone might
Remind them of the thunder
And rain
There’s an old joke
About a poor old bloke
Who’s been outrun by his friend
While being chased by an elephant
Or something like that
And you may feel like a dummy
If you don’t think it’s funny
Buzzing around like you know
You may not be around tomorrow
And tomorrow feels
So perfect and real
Really really real and frustrating
Because it never arrives
And you are stuck in the hive
Hoping someone or something
Can save the colony
And when the swarm absconds
Your daughters and your sons
They’re lost in the tableau
And it’s your fault lines
In your aging spines
The greatest gift you can give
Is letting them know
Letting them know that
You may not be around tomorrow
Letting them know that
You may not be around tomorrow
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