Paranoia

Paranoia

Are you my guardian angel or a member of the CIA?
Is your proximity earnest or the means to a wage?
I guess it won't take long to find out, for sure
You feel like a shadow, a presence I've felt before.

The shutter snaps a picture, I look out my back door.
Is this truth elixir or the drink that I just poured?
Soon enough I'll find out if some body is really there.
Better yet, I just won't even care.

You think I think too much.
I think I think too much.
Me thinks we think too much.
About you, about you, about me.

You're my guardian angel
You're the FBI
You're the Secret Service
You're the eye in the sky
You are my reflection a virtual mirror

Please don't be afraid to sit next to me.