A man smears his face on the window that I live behind

and I have tried to clean it before

and I have tried to keep it that way.

He oils it up and gropes for entry,

he wants in this house.

A man smears his face on the window that I live behind,

he asks when I started being a *****,

when I stopped letting people in.

I tell him I go out and get the mail every single day

but that doesn’t mean I need a man to force sins upon me

and then ask me why I haven’t washed them away.