[78 BPM — PSYCHEDELIC NOCTURNAL FOLK × INTIMATE ACOUSTIC DREAM-POP] [INTRO — RAIN / CRICKETS / TAPE HISS] [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar alone. Distant traffic. Wind chime flickers far right.] [Close-mic female vocal, almost speaking.] I’m past the flirting... past the obsession. Now I’m admiring your dimensions. [Small breath.] That feels different. [VERSE 1 — WARM / INTIMATE] [Soft rounded bass enters beneath fingerpicked guitar.] The way your mind moves, the things you don’t show, the little contradictions I’m beginning to know. The confidence. The softness. The way you make me laugh. How somehow every conversation keeps pulling something back. I could talk to you all day. I could get freaky with you all night. But somewhere between the two... my heart is starting to get in line. [PRE-CHORUS — GUITAR TAILS BEGIN FLOATING] [Reverse breath sweeps L→R. Mellotron barely audible.] Every time you write to me I think— how sweet. [Whisper double: how sweet...] But baby... do you understand what you’re doing to me? [CHORUS — GENTLE LAYERED LIFT] [Brushed percussion enters. Ghost harmonies hover wide.] I’m flesh and blood. Imma end up wanting your love. Not just your body. Not just your touch. I’m starting to want the ordinary stuff. Your mornings. Your trust. Your quiet. Your heart. And that’s scary. Honestly... a little far. [INSTRUMENTAL BREATH] [Rain rises slightly. Tape wobble bends the guitar.] [VERSE 2 — CLOSE / ALMOST SMILING] I’m starting to notice the man underneath all that swagger you wear so easily. The thoughtful things. The stupid jokes. The sweetness underneath. And every time you let me see it— you make it harder to keep this cheap. Because wanting you was simple. Admiring you is something else. Now I catch myself wanting pieces of you that have nothing to do with myself. [PRE-CHORUS — MORE EXPOSED] Every time you write to me I smile before I read it. How sweet... then— oh, fuck. [Small laugh.] I think I mean it. [CHORUS — WIDER / STILL RESTRAINED] I’m flesh and blood. Imma end up wanting your love. Not just your body. Not just your touch. I’m starting to want the ordinary stuff. Your mornings. Your trust. Your quiet. Your heart. And that’s scary. Honestly... a little far. ’Cause I was perfectly fine wanting your body— now I’m wondering what it feels like to be held inside your heart. [BRIDGE — DRUMS DROP / RAIN + ROOM TONE] [Fingerpicked guitar becomes sparse. Psychedelic reverse harmonics drift behind vocal.] I don’t know when you stopped being a beautiful distraction. When curiosity became admiration. When I stopped thinking— what could you do to me? And started wondering... who are you when nobody’s watching? Who gets the tired version? The quiet one? The one who doesn’t have to impress anybody? [Long pause.] I think... I’d like him too. [FINAL REFRAIN — FRAGILE / GHOST HARMONIES] I’m flesh and blood. So baby, be careful. Keep being sweet to me and I’m gonna start believing it. Keep showing me these pieces of you and I’m gonna start needing them. I can talk to you all day. I can get freaky with you all night. But my heart... [Everything pulls back.] my heart is starting to get in line. [OUTRO — WHISPER / RAIN / TAPE DECAY] And that’s scary. Honestly... a little far. [Whisper double, fading:] Flesh and blood... flesh and blood... [Tape slows. Guitar tail dissolves into rain.]
