UNDER THE BED

Curtains move, but there's no wind My stomach folds, it's caving in. The floorboard creaks, it knows I'm here It's been rehearsing all this year. The light switch flickers, I count to ten I count again and again and again. It doesn't help, it never does It just delays the rising fuzz

Cut the light, cut the light Cut the noise, cut the noise

The curriculum of panic Is written on my walls. The textbook of my terror, I know it when I fall. The syllabus of shadows, they teach me every night. The final exam comes when I turn off the light

The radiator taps and mores, a language I can't reimburse. The wallpaper begins to sweat and knows exactly what I get. I've memorized each crack and stain. I've named them all, they know my pain. They listen when I can't speak. They're the only ones who never leave

Cut the light, cut the light. Cut the noise, cut the noise