[Intro: Muffled, underwater sub-bass pulse like a slow heartbeat, accompanied by a cold, plucked minor-key acoustic riff in the style of Ed Sheeran and The Weeknd] [Sound Effect: Rustling bedsheets, a slow, ragged inhale] [Verse 1: Intimate, close-mic'd rhythmic R&B delivery in the style of Ed Sheeran] Three-fifteen on the digital dial Been staring at the ceiling plaster for a while My chest feels weighted like an anvil's dropped My eyelids are open, the blinking has stopped Over in the corner by the wardrobe door Is the flannel and denim I threw on the floor Just a heap of old laundry on a wicker chair Until the wool started breathing the bedroom air [Build: Crisp trap hi-hats enter, tempo feels tense, vocals rise in pitch] It's knitting together, the sleeves become arms My nerves are all ringing their silent alarms I try to roll over, I try to sit up But my spine has been poured in a leaden cup [Chorus: Smooth, haunting falsetto in the style of Ed Sheeran and Justin Timberlake over heavy 808 bass] In the shadows of my room, something's learning how to stand Unfolding its knuckles, stretching out a hand I'm locked in the mattress, a prisoner of skin Watching the geometry of terror begin I'm screaming inside of a soundproofed head As it takes its first step toward the foot of the bed Yeah, the dark isn't empty, the dark has a spine And it's measuring the distance between its breath and mine [Verse 2: Syncopated, nervous rap-sung cadence in the style of Ed Sheeran, accompanied by eerie reversed guitar notes] No eyes on the collar, no mouth on the hood Just a column of charcoal where the coat-rack stood It tilts its head sideways with a dry, cracking pop Like stepping on twigs in a wintertime copse The radiator clanks, going ice-water cold While the wallpaper peels in a pattern of mould I'm begging my thumb just to twitch on the sheet To break this paralysis, to kick with my feet [Build: Heavy bass swells, layered frantic whispers panning left and right] (Wake up, wake up, move a finger, move a toe) It's halfway across the carpet now, moving so slow Dragging the hem of my favourite coat With a hunger that's aimed at the base of my throat [Chorus: Full dark pop production, soaring emotive vocals in the style of Ed Sheeran] In the shadows of my room, something's learning how to stand Unfolding its knuckles, stretching out a hand I'm locked in the mattress, a prisoner of skin Watching the geometry of terror begin I'm screaming inside of a soundproofed head As it takes its first step toward the foot of the bed Yeah, the dark isn't empty, the dark has a spine And it's measuring the distance between its breath and mine [Verse 3: Stripped back to just the heartbeat bass and a trembling vocal] It's kneeling right beside the pillowcase now Smells like damp cellar dirt and a broken vow A thumb made of wool brushes over my cheek It leans in so close I can hear the seams creak It whispers in a voice that sounds just like my own: "You've been hogging this body for too long alone." [Chorus: Explosive, desperate belt with distorted backing harmonies in the style of Billie Eilish and Ed Sheeran] In the shadows of my room, it finally learned to stand! Pressing down my collarbone with a heavy hand! I'm locked in the mattress, a prisoner of skin As it unzips my ribs and it climbs right in! I'm screaming inside of a soundproofed head Now I'm standing in the corner looking down at the bed! [Outro: Beat cuts out, leaving only the cold acoustic guitar and a detached, eerie vocal] [Vocal Style: Cold, flat, unnatural monotone] My body sits up and it rubs at its eyes Turns on the bedside lamp, lets out a sigh Walks to the bathroom to wash its new face While I'm crumpled on the wicker chair, locked in its place Just a pile of old flannel, forgotten and worn Waiting on the floor for the morning to be born. [Sound Effect: A bedroom door clicking shut] [End]
