Creep

No, I don't miss you Certainly not Creeping around With your creepy Willem Dafoe smile Certainly not Creeping around With your creepy Green eyes That made me wet And drowned me In my very own river Certainly not Creeping around With your creepy Little lies or Creepy Big games Your love is a joke I am choking In laughter As sunshine hits My sheets I rise and rejoice In the creepy Absence of you I know peace now And that is Creepy I don't miss Your theatrical affection Or your Shakespeare bull You are no Khalil Gibran And Rumi himself Told me he doesn't like you He thinks you're pretty creepy No more Arabian nights Spent in your chamber Sitting wide eyed As you show me the world As I tell you my stories You seduced me To death With your creepy Serpentine ways And I'm happy To be put Out of my misery I'm free now Free to creep around In my creepy, little ways I'm a creep myself