Stalkative

She’s a shadow in my rearview light Silent whispers in the dead of night Every corner turned feels tight Her eyes are daggers I can’t unsee She’s a ghost but she’s haunting me One little move She’ll break the spell One little move Back to her hell She’s watching Always watching I can’t exhale Steps I take feel loud feel wrong Her presence hums like a distant song I play it cool but not for long Her touch her grip a phantom chain I know her game it’s in my veins One little move She’ll break the spell One little move Back to her hell She’s watching Always watching I can’t exhale