Afraid...

Sometimes I think you're afraid of me
And all the things I know
Afraid of what I could really do
How I could love you from below
Scared of all I truly have
Inside my pocket in hands
Scared of how I won't let you go
Or give in to your demands
Spread you thin from one to the other
Lay you bare, forced real
Dig you up from underneath
Everything you refuse to feel