She was a carrier to me when i needed one
Wasn't for her i would have stayed healthy
She gave me something that I didn't want
She could of turned out to be almost anyone
Almost anyone--
With the possible exception
Of someone who washed her hands
Running into the ICU
With her coughs whipping in the wind
Reaching into the heart of the darkness
For the infection within
Stumblin' into the crowds of the city
And then back into isolation again
Hanging onto the virus
That each of us tried to avoid
Talk about self isolation
And your food getting delivered
She wasn't much good at washing her hands--but
She could sneeze...
In the dead of night
She could spread a germ
On some places that you've never touched
In that kind of plague
You could lose your life
And believe you would pull through it
You could hold her tight
With all your might
But she'd give you the germ like a rat
And be back outside
Back into the crowds
Where you might contact trace her again
The longer i thought i could find her
The shorter my breathing became
Running in circles behind her
And thinking in terms of the blame
But she couldn't have been any sicker
If she'd come back and tried to explain
She wasn't much good social distancing--but
That girl was sick