I'm so sad for these uneventful Days with nothing to do I can’t have drinks with Friends and dance with girl I like on Saturday night I can only tell you I love you through a mask Because they’d be mad at me They’re always angry About something But the truth is They are murderers We just want to be free That’s all I’m going tell you Through this little phone screen And you’re going to feel it We’re going to take that Boredom away from you now We are THE HOPKINS