My Favourite Stranger

Some perfect stranger
Sneaks on tip-toes
Steals my shadow
And goes where I go

My favourite stranger
Stands in my mirror
Puts words in my mouth
All broke and bitter

Some perfect stranger
My imitation
Drops my name in
My conversations

Some perfect stranger
Speaks when I speak
Walks in my footsteps
And talks in my sleep

My favourite stranger
Stands where I stand
Leaves crime in my wake
And blood on my hands