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)