I could have told ya that nothing's gonna get too deep

Could have warned ya

Now that it's over there's promises I couldn't keep

'Cause I know ya

But now I gotta stack you into my life

Living cover of a magazine

You're breathing down my neck

I'm giving me the creeps

Sounds of the ocean

They never really get to me

Could have owned ya

Hard to ignore ya

A diamond on a silver screen

Another persona

But now I gotta stack you into my life

Living cover of a magazine

You're breathing down my neck

I'm giving me the creeps

I'm giving me the creeps

I'm giving me the creeps

I'm giving me the creeps

I'm giving me the creeps

I'm giving me the creeps

I'm giving me the creeps