(I'm with a guy and I'm drunk out my mind) (And I thought I was fine till the thought of you was creepin' in) I'm at a table for two, chugging a flute of champagne I'm looking hotter than cute, I'm feeling better than great I'm in a red little dress Broken but not for the less Almost a quarter till two, dancing to death (death, death) Leaning my head on a vintage suit I'm here with him but I still feel you Twisting the knife like a sick voodoo Give me mouth to mouth, oh, I'm tryna block it out (woah-oh) I'm with a guy and I'm drunk out my mind And I thought I was fine till the thought of you was creepin' in Just like the lights flashing Right through the blinds like the spiders in the night Yeah, the thought of you was creepin' in Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling