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)