[Intro - VERY LOW] [Floorboard creak, bass hum, distant amp buzz] Scratch. [Pause] Scratch. [Male voice, half amused] No. [Longer pause] Not tonight. [Verse 1 - CLOSE / GROOVY] [Dirty bass, muted guitar, dry drums] One bare heel outside the blanket. Cold air around the ankle. Moonlight cuts the bedroom floor into little silver squares. The wardrobe leans. The ceiling fan counts slowly. One. Two. Three. [Pause] Something underneath me counts back. [Whisper] Three. Two. One. [Short guitar stab] [Verse 1B - DARKER] Dust moves without a breeze. A button rolls from under the bed. Stops. Turns. Rolls back. [Pause] I don't breathe. Neither does the room. Then— scratch. Scratch. Scratch. From exactly where my shadow should be. [Pre-Chorus - BUILD] [Toms rise, Hammond swells] The mattress lifts. Just enough. My glass of water shivers. The lamp blinks once. Twice. [STOP] And something underneath whispers: “Still sleep on the left side?” [Chorus - BIG / CATCHY] [Full fuzz guitars, heavy drums] DON'T LOOK DOWN. DON'T LET YOUR FEET TOUCH THE FLOOR. KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE CEILING. DON'T COUNT THE SCRATCHES ANYMORE. DON'T LOOK DOWN. DON'T ASK WHO'S UNDER THERE. YOU LEFT YOUR CHILDHOOD YEARS AGO— [Pause] IT DIDN'T LEAVE YOU. [Post-Chorus - RIFF] [Bass riff, guitar answers] Scratch. Scratch. [Whisper, far left] Closer. [Verse 2 - SURREAL / PLAYFUL] [Walking bass, crooked Hammond, tremolo guitar] I kneel. Bad idea. The carpet smells like dust, old summers, and something wet. I lift the sheet. Darkness. Shoebox. One sock. A marble. A photograph facedown. [Pause] I turn it over. Seven years old. Same room. Same bed. Same stupid haircut. [Soft laugh underneath] And behind me in the photograph— two eyes. Too low to belong to anyone standing. [Pre-Chorus 2 - STRONGER] [Snare roll, fuzz rises] The light dies. Not flickers. Dies. Something breathes against the wood. Warm. Slow. Almost happy. [Very close whisper] “You got tall.” [Chorus - HEAVIER] DON'T LOOK DOWN. DON'T LET YOUR FEET TOUCH THE FLOOR. KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE CEILING. IT KNOWS WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR. DON'T LOOK DOWN. DON'T SAY YOU'RE NOT AFRAID. IT REMEMBERS EVERY NIGHT YOU WHISPERED: “GO AWAY.” [Bridge - VERY LOW / THEATRICAL] [Only bass pulse, room tone, distant organ] [Male voice, almost whispering] The bed creaks. No one moves. The mattress dips beside my leg. [Pause] Not underneath. Beside me. [Long pause] Something pulls the blanket higher. Tucks it under my chin. [Whisper, affectionate] “There. Better.” [Instrumental Break - SLOW DOOM GROOVE] [Heavy blues riff, wah guitar, organ drone] [Dark Spoken Section] I ask: “Where were you?” [Silence] The answer comes from beneath my pillow. [Whisper] “Here.” [Pause] “All this time.” [Final Chorus - HIGHEST] [Massive fuzz guitars, wide Hammond, huge drums] DON'T LOOK DOWN! DON'T LET YOUR FEET TOUCH THE FLOOR! THE DARK HAS LEARNED YOUR BEDROOM. THE WOOD REMEMBERS EVERY DOOR. DON'T LOOK DOWN! DON'T TURN WHEN IT SAYS YOUR NAME! YOU GREW UP. YOU MOVED ON. YOU CHANGED. [STOP] IT STAYED THE SAME. [Final Hook - STOP-TIME] DON'T. LOOK. DOWN. [Outro - VERY LOW] [Morning birds, faint traffic, tape hiss] Sunlight. Coffee. Open curtains. Everything where it should be. [Pause] Except the dust under the bed has fingerprints dragged through it. From underneath. Toward the mattress. [Long silence] [Childlike whisper] Your foot's outside the blanket.
