[Spoken Word Intro – quiet, measured, no music at first] You ever notice how fear doesn’t kick the door in? It doesn’t scream. It waits. It learns the shape of your room. The sound of your floorboards. The places you swear are empty because you don’t want to look. We call it love when it stays too long. We call it need when it takes too much. But some things don’t want you at all— they want the version of you that never sleeps. This is about the things we feed that were never hungry for our hearts. (music fades in slowly) [Verse 1] Smell of mold and copper coins In the cracks of my old room She hums my name Low and broken Like a hymn out of tune Eyes open in the dark I feel her at my feet She isn’t hiding in the shadows She’s just waiting for me [Chorus – crowd locked in] She wants to be the reason you look under your bed Claws in every secret that you never said She doesn’t want you Just the dream in your head Too much Too loud Too real Too hungry instead She wants the idea of you Under your bed [Verse 2] She holds onto need like metal Warm with someone else’s blood Every promise that I couldn’t keep Bubbles up like rust and flood Wanted more than I could carry More than skin and bone could take I gave her all my shaking pieces She still called it a mistake [Chorus] [Bridge – lights dim, voice drops] [low register] She’s back at the door Click of the lock Taste of fear on my tongue Was it wrong from before Or is jealousy singing the songs we never sung She’s back to get what she wants But it won’t be enough this time Just a ghost of a ghost In a mouth full of grime [crescendo] She wraps her rage around my ribs Every breath a borrowed debt She loved the hunger Not my heart That’s the part she forgets [Final Chorus – full intensity] She wants to be the reason you look under your bed Claws in every secret that you never said She doesn’t want you Just the dream in your head Too much Too loud Too real Too hungry instead She wants the idea of you Under your bed [Spoken Word Outro – music drops to a pulse, then fades] Some monsters leave when you scream. Others leave when you stop feeding them. If something only loves you when you’re empty— that isn’t love. That’s a mirror with teeth. Check under the bed tonight. Not for her. For the parts of yourself you forgot were still breathing. (lights out)
