Faint like voices down the hall. My footsteps coming at you...
You don't know I'm dreaming up your skirt of silence and your death. The note I wrote you said check yes or no.
Getting closer and closer and closer to you. I taste your perfume on my lips. Your hair waves just like your hand the night you said goodbye.
You're wrong I was that guy, and I will see you after your big game.
I'LL KISS YOUR CORPSE AND WALK AWAY.
ON THE TILE I'LL LEAVE YOU LOST IN THE YEARS OF TEARS YOU'VE MADE. DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME WHISPERING. (I never loved you.)
The tears are running down your face, but you're still smiling.
Hoping that you don't hear me sneaking up. Now I'm touching you through the lace and even through the skin. You know I'm there all of those times you never were alone in that locker-room. You know I'm there.
Good Game!
This confession is killing me.
Good Game!
But you have to know how I feel.
So wipe that smile off of your face.
For your corpse is mine.
They'll mark me up! They'll call me crazy even if I let you see tomorrow.
It's alright with me. I can't believe you felt nothing at all.
I'll kiss your corpse and walk away!