A handshake now feels wrong, just like a baker’s son, eating at Greggs.
People hugging each other… you might as well peg.
You’re so close to me, it’s making me anxious.
Sprewing your germs over me, like a blank canvas.
Is this who I am now? Some sort of germaphobe freak?
I guess time will tell, if I ever will again, lick someone on the cheek.
