on bad nights he'll always crawl in my bed
his pinching fingers
his faceless sneer
on good nights, he'll always be gone

you can't talk two words to him on those bad nights
he likes to sing a song called "what if what if what if"
that's the verse
what if what if, who who who

on good nights, you forget you knew him
you dream of never being pinched
you forget those verses
you dream about doing normal things

the air runs thin, however, and he's there
his sharp nails plucking
he'll whisper that you wish it were more
what if what if you'd shift away?