Creep Lyrics

(Written By: Antonio Cosmo)

Dark eyes
Dark smile
There's many lives
Across the leaves
White nails
Riding through my hair
Inside my sleep I often weep
And eyes drop tears like rain

Time leaves behind
All the stitches of a heart
That never mends ya
And time has a mind
That can never stop reminding me

Did you see did you see me in a magazine
I was with a little beauty queen
All the pictures in a magazine
Whatda think about
Whatda think about
Whatda think about that
Dry hands
Dry hair
Hey man I know what's in your head
I'm a little creep who often weeps
With un-combed hair
Ohhh
Can I realize the crutches
Of a life will never end, yeah
In time leads a life that never
Ever keep reminding me
Did you see did you see me in a magazine
All the pictures in a magazine
I was with a little beauty queen
All the pictures in a magazine
Whatda think about that
Whatda think about that
Whatda think about that

John is alive and well and he's living by a tree
Scott wrote a dying will
And there's nothing there for me
Time has a mind that can never
Ever stop reminding me
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home
I'm not coming home!