(Yuh) I am no hero, I just write verses I tip my hat to the doctors and the nurses Nilan bring the styrofoam carry out into my home Before I touch the box I gotta disinfect the surface My career would be screwed without the Internet for certain So I assume if this had happened back in ’85 Artist probably woulda had to get some separate work in Even now, off the road missin’ checks is hurtin’ She gettin’ freaky on the FaceTime for me Cause it might just be a while before we gettin’ sex in person Just a month ago shit was picturesque and perfect Wish that I can said that things were gettin less concern in’ but instead I’m having dark thoughts late at night Triggering me to text my parents, beggin’ them to stay inside It’s bad news stacking up, looking for a ray of shine Something we could turn to someone that’ll say it’s fine Cause the dead things just taking lives And it wants to takes its time No amount of money or celebrity can change its mind Life’s coming to a halt that all mean the same as mine It’s fucked up