Testo: Eleven Minutes Away. Picking Up The Pieces. Stalker.

know that you're not from the CIA or the FBI, so tell me please, what you got to hide? know you're not with the MIB, so tell me then, why you got to spy? my underwear is missing from it's drawer, and i can't take it anymore. you ask my friends insistently, everything you want to know about me. so let me ask you then, what's your deal, what have you got to hide. i want to know exactly what i have that makes you feel like you got to spy. found you black book with your notes inside, talks about every smiled i've smiled, and every lie i've lied. are you sent by mom or my angry ex? got to tell you this whole deal's got my quite perplexed