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You Can't Come In
Yo, how do you know what I’m doing?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Really, it’s kind of freaky
 
 What? Watching?
 Lurking, Waiting? 
 
 
 
 
 Wait. A window?
 
 
 
 What window?
 
 
 
 Hiding in what?
 
 The pear tree’s shadow? 
 Where the pears are still ripe, you say?
 
 
 
 
 No way, that’s just too weird.
 
 Hang on, caller ID
 You’re on a cell, I see 
 
 I hear a motor engine over the phone
 Sounds like the bike that just sped down the street
 And there, under the tree, alone
 A figure stands, erect on his feet 
 
 
 
 
 Could that possibly be you?
 
 
 
 What are you here to do?
 
 Hey man, answer me
 You’re crossing the street
 That is you, isn’t it?
 Stop, Explain
 What do you want from me? 
 
 
 
 
 What was that?
 
 The doorbell
 It’s ringing
 That’d be well
 If you were talking
 
 
 
 
 What did you say?
 
 What, are you crazy?
 I’m not letting you in
 You’re making me dizzy
 Pressure, can’t think
 
 
 
 
 But no.
 
 
 
 You can’t come in.
 
 I’m sorry!
 Don’t get angry
 Just chill, alright?
 You’re being weird
 I’m sorry...
 
 
 
 
 Stop! Don’t bang!
 
 I’ll call the police
 I’m not bluffing
 Stop! Freeze!
 The door’s not opening
 Anytime soon
 Not for a crazy loon
 
 It’s not funny! 
 I’m dead serious
 I’ve got a gun, you know
 It’s time for you to go
 
 No, I really do
 Remember?
 On the net
 When we first met
 I told you my dad was a hunter 
 
 Of course I can shoot! 
 Do you doubt it?
 I don’t want to, that’s true
 But my other options are few
 
 
 
 
 Because no. 
 
 
 
 You can’t come in.
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