The Creeper

Something is wrong

I can't put my finger on it

everything tells me nothing is what it seemsLeft all alone

Counting the minutes down

I begin to suspect

It's all closing in on meI might feel better

If you weren't goneI'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 seemsLeft all alone

Counting the minutes down

Begin to suspect

It's all closing in on meI might feel better

If you were dryI'm all creeped out by you (the creeper)