Written by Oh gosh I hate how I think I would make such a great stalker; I’ve been told by others how I remind them of their favorite murderer. The only problem with that is that I don’t like bothering or especially hurting people, I would have to ask for permission first and I would still feel awful about the entire ordeal.
If I were your stalker (with consent) at the most you might notice your trashcan becomes emptier than you left it or, the exterior of your bedroom windows might always be mysteriously clean, sometimes you might lose something personal to you but soon you would find it in another place and you’ll swear this new location is not where you left it but you’ll never be quite sure, if it was you who misplaced it or, someone else.
Don’t worry baby, I’m no peeping tom, that’s disgusting.
So what, I might swap out the head of your electric toothbrush on a regular basis and is it such a big deal that your old torn panties go missing if a pack of your favorite brand shows up in the mail at a suspiciously convenient time? Don’t think so much about it.
I protest! I love you darling, sue me.
If it happens to be a crime how I adore you so much
that it consume me as such- then who is the criminal?
I don’t know how you feel about not seeing me but, I think
being stalked by me may be enjoyable
If you’d like to maybe, say
you could go out by yourself sometime,
and I could follow you around all night?
You could say goodnight just by turning off your porch light;
I’ll stick around to see you’re safe until the sun rise.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I am an easygoing person as crazy as I try to seem. I feel so much that if you found yourself loving me as well, well I would find that swell, I would feel like i’d just been scooped up and rescued from the bottom of my candy painted custom-Hell.
You could be my gal from afar if you prefer.
I only want to see you smiling girl,
I would see you through as many panes of glass
as you need me to
I’m from a different world you see,
where boys are a little obscure;
A girl doesn’t have to be mine for me to be hers.
My love is the kind of love scientists will refer to as a
force of the universe.