Little Red Car, Two.

Few years past,
my sister has moved out of home
I've traveled the country,
Out on my own

I walk the streets of a brand new town,
But what I soon see,
Makes me frown,

There's a little red car there,
Sitting, looking sinister,
I can't believe this!
I must tell my sister!

It has followed me
Across two states,
Damn! It must be fate.

It's parked there,
staring at me in glee,
Taking pride
In the distress it's causing me.

Am I just paranoid?
Or is it the same car?
Screw it!

I'm moving again
Somewhere far!