He found me at that unholy hour
When most criminals have their staff meetings
I walked by without a glance
I noticed not one of the admirers
I was much too busy trying to hold onto the groceries in my arms
I am much obliged but this isn't a ghost story; I have no charms
I don't know what it is to be in love and free
I don't even know what it is to be me
For that reason alone, you are better off with another
I spend my days writing suicide under the covers
What do you want from meek me?
I don't have the money you'll need in this country
I have not the beauty you require of a trophy
I cannot even live without leaving a trail of bodies
But if somehow you do gather the balls to approach
I have a friend or two with whom you can ride coach
Or another; I think her engagement flew off the roof
And landed on a car; all mangled, twisted roots
Rebel nor riot but you cannot change my prerogative
Grabbing life by the lanterns has left me more than a little lost
I live here in the land of the forgotten
Because I bought a strip and named it "Havana Nothing"
All can go wrong within the minutes you greet me
You could have altered the course of history
Now you won't even meet your wifey
I am to blame; I'm the one who stopped completely
Even if it's platonic
I have heard that before; heroic
It is a common problem; periodic
And I am not a common child; a histrionic
Showed up to the relationship and handed a waiver
You can leave whenever you want; I don't want a savior
He never walked into my life
Never spoke to my gawker
And that is how I got myself a stalker