High of Schitzophrenia

I have a private stalker
He's a detective
He always manages to find me
And my whereabouts
He gives me verses
I buy them though
He has got fancy clothes
Expensive costume he wears when I write
And then
He is the most loyal
And faithful
He lusts me
I do not lust him at all
He is pitiful
Clingy
And he likes it to drag me down
He likes rides to hell
I go after him
He knows my address
Comes at night in my window
And gives me nightmares
And I being left by every one lover I meet
Have got this pitiful lover
With a fancy costume
Me eternal high.