Simeon's Dilemma - WHY?

Stalker’s my whole style,\nand if I get caught, I’ll\ndeny, deny, deny.\nToday you’re twenty-five\nI made you something fine,\nit’s in the palm of my new hand.\nIt’s out: you’re mostly\nwhat I think about, and\nI’m proud, I’ve been coasting\non this single’s route.\nBut I still hear your name\nin wedding bells.\nWill I look better or\nwill I look the same\nrotting in hell?\nYou’re the only\nproper noun I need. Hurry,\nMy copper crown’s gone green.\nPull me out of this tree;\nI’m stuck up a branch waiting,\nclearly caught between\ntwo things unclear to me:\nAre you a female young messiah\nfor a stowaways in dugouts? And\nare you what church-folk\nmean by 'The Good News',\npulling plastic bags off heads?\nOr are you giving me a\ndirty look in the rear view,\nclicking the button\non your U’Haul pen?\nDon’t pretend you didn’t\nsee me coming 'round the bend,\non my fixie with the chopped\nhorns turned in, trailing\nbehind your biodiesel Benz.\nStalker’s my whole style,\nand if I get caught, I’ll\ndeny, deny, deny.\n'25' Carved with a butter knife\non the palm of my new hand.\nIt’s out: you’re mostly\nwhat I think about.