It Follows

I thought I had left it behind in another f**king time. When boys were boys, girls were girls and faces wee hard to find. It followed me. All the stupid thinking. The stupid people thought. The rules that we lived by. The friends that we bought. The a*shole with a strong arm. In the shape of floating friends. The young ladies and their secrets. In the soap that never ends. I thought I had outrun it. When I crossed the tracks. I thought I had gotten away. When it tapped me on the back. It followed me. It followed me.