Lyric

Late at night, someone came by again.

He talked about nothing, left behind a request and some food, then disappeared.
Two glasses remain on the dirty diner table, as if the conversation had just ended.

This is not a song about a monster chasing someone.
It is a song about two lonely figures who can only recognize each other through favors, leftovers, muttering, and habit.

They may not be friends in any ordinary sense.
But in that crooked little world, this is what friendship looks like.

A warped friendship.
A table for two.
And the smell that stays behind.