[Intro] (spoken, low, half-buried in reverb) I ain't slept right in six weeks... Somethin' out there wakes up when I do... [Verse 1] Three A.M., eyes open, don't know why I woke, Somethin' crouched down at the foot of the bed, ain't a joke, Long as a shadow, thin as a rumor, bent up wrong, Countin' my breaths like it's waitin' on a song, Don't move a muscle, don't even blink my eye, Somethin' about it feel like if I look, I die, Grandma used to talk about it, called it an old thing, Said it hide under beds before the South even had a king, Said you don't fight it, you don't pray it away, You just wait for the light, wait for the break of day, Problem is the nights keep gettin' longer than before, Problem is I hear it scratchin' underneath my floor, [Hook] (spoken, low, half-whispered, one line at a time) Foot of the bed... Don't look down... It only move... ...when you do... [Verse 2] Told my moms about it, she said "boy, go to sleep," Told the doctor, doctor said the meds go make it cheap, Made it quiet for a week, then it came back twice as slow, Learned patience is a language that the old things know, Seen it move once, just once, out the corner of my eye, Longer than a man, bent in ways that men don't buy, Didn't run, didn't scream, just accepted it was there, Realest fear ain't the monster, realest fear is bein' aware, Every night the same routine, every night the same dread, Wonder how many years I got before it's at my head, Grandma said the old things wait, they don't hunt, they don't chase, Grandma said you die of old age starin' at its face, So I'm layin' here at eighty, still afraid to move an inch, Still hear it at the foot of the bed, ain't budged a single inch, [Bridge] (spoken, pitched-down, echoing) It only moves... when you do... [Outro] (spoken, whispered, close and quiet) You moved just now, didn't you...
