My Favourite Stranger
Some perfect stranger
Sneaks on tiptoes
Steals my shadow
And goes where I go
My favourite stranger
Stands in my mirror
Puts words in my mouth
All broke and bitter
Some perfect stranger
My imitation
Drops my name in
My conversations
Some perfect stranger
Speaks when I speak
Walks in my footsteps
And talks in my sleep
My favourite stranger
Stands where I stand
Leaves crime in my wake
And blood on my hands
