The Creeper

Something is wrong 

I can't put my finger on it 

everything tells me nothing is what it seems 



Left all alone 

Counting the minutes down 

I begin to suspect 

It's all closing in on me 



I might feel better 

If you weren't gone 



I'm all creeped out by you (the creeper) 



Something is wrong 

I can't put my finger on it 

Everything tells me nothing is what it seems 



Left all alone 

Counting the minutes down 

Begin to suspect 

It's all closing in on me 



I might feel better 

If you were dry 



I'm all creeped out by you (the creeper)