Creepin' - Eric Church (karaoke)-

Confessions

Like a honeybee beating on my screen door,

I got a little buzz and my head is sore,

And from my bed I can feel the sun,

Lord I hear the morning come.

Just a creepin'

Creepin', creepin', creepin'.

You shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,

A flip of a switch,

A thief on the run,

And since the day you left me baby,

I can feel the lonely,

I can hear the crazy.

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Head for the future,

Run from the past,

Hide from the mirror,

And live in a glass,

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,

Kinda like molasses in late December.

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Oh, creepin'

[Album version:] Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love,

[Music video version:] Your caffeine kiss and nicotine love,

Got under my skin and into my blood,

That need you back comes over me,

Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree.

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Just a creepin' creepin'

Creepin'

Head to the future,

Run from the past,

Hide from the mirror,

And live in a glass,

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,

Kinda like molasses in late December.

Just a creepin'

Creepin'

Ah, come on!

Break it down, down, down, down...

Just last night I saw the light,

At the end of that tunnel on the other side,

Thought I found my way outta this pain,

Only to find your memory train.

Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'...