Piebald knows whats up.

I’ll write an actual entry later. I figured I’d throw something up while I’m on the inbound train. The guys in Piebald know what they are talking about. This past weekend has been filled with bad memories that won’t fade, good hangs and creepy people.

I’ll be around every corner you go.
Don’t you look so surprised.
I’ll be in every dressing room that you’re in.
I’ll be holding every door you walk through.
You don’t even have to say “thanks”.
I’ll get groceries at the same time as you.

Don’t think I don’t know what suits you well, oh yeah.
Don’t think I don’t know.

I’ll be in every smoky corner you’ve seen.
Counting your drinks.
I’ll be the guy who drives past your house.
I’ll be hiding behind your mirror.
Watching you crimp your hair.
I’ll follow you with sunglasses on.

Don’t think I don’t know what suits you well, oh yeah.
Don’t think I don’t know.

I’ll be looking through your windows at night.
Watching you sleep.
I will see you at your big game.
I’ll be at the same parties as you.
And I’ll meet you in the closet.
I’ll follow you home when the sun comes up.

Don’t think I don’t know what suits you well, oh yeah.
Don’t think I don’t know what suits you, oh yeah.
Don’t think I don’t know what suits you well, oh yeah.
Don’t think I don’t know

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