Eric Church - Creepin

Like a honeybee beatin on my screen door,
I got a little buzz in my head and is sore,
And from the my bed I can feel the sun,
Lord I hear the mornin come.

Just a creepin'
Creepin', creepin', creepin'.

You shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,
A flip of a switch,
A theif 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'

Your cocaine kiss and caffeine 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!

[guitar]

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

Just last nite I saw the light,
At the end of that tunnel on the other side,
Thought I found my way outta this pain,
Only too find Ol' Memory Train.

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