Pacing room to room inside It seems that you can't face the pace of daily life Thinking out loud with no crowd to mind Four walls are all in which confide Peoples pressure, a mental tether A police lock pole on the wrong side of your door It's a social quarantine Retrace the stepds leading you out side keep running but theres just no place to hide Feeling too uptight to unwind Dread todays few moments of daylight It's the pressure that you wont measure Stuck in here alone for fear of whats in store it's a social quarnatine.