Was I the stalker and were you the stalkee?
Or were you the one who was following me?
Slightly stout and older a bit
I don’t quite remember the very first hit
How many times one encountered the other
So similar in thinking I’d have thought you my brother
Even on the train you sat across from my seat
Direct confrontation not exactly a treat
Hope our encounter was a one time thing
I’d hate to call the cops if you decide to ring
Or if you called them on me instead
I’d have to hide in my garden shed
So friend or foe or whatever your name
I’ll avoid you if you do the same