Paranoid

Guarded and closed off, that's what he knows best It just takes a noise to peak his interest Don't bother to knock, 'cause he won't letcha in Caution encloses the world he lives in Four cats are his passion he keeps them well fed But fear sends them running back under the bed He's gone beyond trusting, I'll never know why He's jumpy and nervous, alertness on high Drawing the curtains, unplugging the phone He's almost certain he's never alone Peering out windows from behind the chair 'Cause he never knows what's lurking out there He sees his newspaper out on the walk Won't open the door or unlatch the lock In this wary obsession, he can't help but feel a need to distinguish the false from the real.