There’s a spider in my bathroom in the corner of the shower
And I don’t know where she came from, what she’s doing at this hour
Her web is spare, hexagonal, but dotted with no flies
And she’s pacing back and forth, her pincers primed to paralyze

There’s a spider in my bathroom in the corner of the shower
And she sits there all alone atop her silky ivory tower
I can’t turn on the water now, I’d wash her home away
Guess I don’t need to shower now, tomorrow’s another day…

I’ve been showerless for thirty days! the flies are closing in!
They’ve found a home inside my hair! the future’s looking grim!
That spider still won’t move, please contact my next of kin
I haven’t cleaned behind my ears in weeks I’ve given up my head like Anne Boleyn

I didn’t know they lived that long!
I didn’t know they lived that long!
When will that spider die!?
When will that spider die!?

Flowers growing in the dirt beneath my fingernails

Now I’ve left that house behind, the wait is done, the spider’s won
I took an amtrak cross the country, didn’t sit next to anyone
I had a car all to myself, my stench drove them all to go
And I landed on the riverbank outside of Buffalo

I built a house next to niagara let the spray weigh down my hair
I don’t know if that spider’s gone and frankly I don’t care

But I’m happy, now, or
At the very least I’m clean
Under this permanent show,er
Life can be a dream

This is a song from the early pandemic. Maybe you can tell?