I want you vulnerable, uncomfortable, sweating, and insecure.
I want you questioning, wondering, scared, running for the door.
I want you off kilter, unbalanced, fearful and lame.
I want you alone, afraid, in the dark, wishing this was only a game.
I want you cornered, concerned, weary, and terrified.
I want you wanting this to only be a dream, some midnight nightmare scream,
a reborn childhood fear, that'll leave you petrified.
I want you to know that I know you, I want you to know that I see,
I want you to know that I could hold you, and
I want you to know I want you and me.