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!