Watchers

I said to get the hell out
I’ve searched the city for you
Just getting all with my hands
But you’ve put up a wall around yourself
I’ve got my sledge to cripple you
Break you down, busted up until there are two
You’re slipping right through my hands
Not a single thing can keep you in
It’s a repeating trend
To see you when you’re out there on those streets again
And I have something that I need to confess
And it’s wearing me down
I’ve been watching you while you eat, while you sleep
To the point that I’ve made maps on my palm
I can find you whenever I want
I have you at the tips of my fingers
Waiting for you to make your next move
We’re outside of your window
We’re smashing down your door
Creeping slowly waiting for your doom
Has come for you now in the form of me
Look at me
This is what we’re watching; This is what we’re stalking
We’re waiting, were watching you
Chasing the warmth of your skin; holding out on me
You always, you seem to hold on to long
Hope has been watching, body has been killing
I’m aching; tired from watching you