Salt on the Carpet

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[Intro | sparse plucked guitar | ambient room tone] [Verse 1 | breathy whisper | close-mic] Green masking tape right down the floor, She draws a line and locks the door. Three in the morning, peeling fruit, Humming a tune without a flute. She alphabetizes all my pills, Lining them up across the sills. She tells me that the walls can speak, And washes out her shoes each week. [Pre-Chorus | sub-bass pulse | ASMR proximity] Now she is staring at my neck, Keeping my breathing under check. A little twitch (shh), a little grin, Don't let the radiator in. [Chorus | minimalist | whisper harmonies] She pours the salt along the rug, She pulls the plug, she pulls the plug. I share a bed, I share a skull, The room is small, the moon is full. [Verse 2 | dry intimate vocals | soft trap hats] Her corkboard has no friends or dates, Just cut-out eyes from paper plates. She snipped my sweater with her shears, To make a blanket for her fears. She sleeps with open, glassy eyes, Counting the dust and catching flies. Then whispers, "Class is done, my dear," And breathes cold peppermint right here. [Pre-Chorus | sub-bass pulse | building tension] Now she is staring at my neck, Keeping my breathing under check. A little twitch (don't move), a little grin, Don't let the radiator in. [Chorus | minimalist | whisper harmonies] She pours the salt along the rug, She pulls the plug, she pulls the plug. I share a bed, I share a skull, The room is small, the moon is full. [Bridge | sudden dynamic drop | quiet spoken word] The proctor knocked at five today, She crouched behind the coat to pray. I held my breath, I did not scream, I wasn't sure if it was real. SHE TOOK MY KEYS, SHE ATE THE KEY, And smiled so sweetly back at me. [Instrumental Break | plucked nylon guitar | 808 sub pulse] [Final Chorus | layered whisper doubles | tight center pan] She pours the salt along the rug, She pulls the plug, she pulls the plug. I share a bed, I share a skull, The room is small, the moon is full. [Outro | breathy ASMR | fading sub-bass] Room three-fourteen. Don't touch the line. She says we're doing fine. (Don't breathe). [End]