It was a regular night, you're curled up on the couch with your blanket. Watching the latest episode of the hot reality show, in your panties and a t-shirt. The screaming and arguing of the TV slop downs out the sounds of the outside world. Ignoring the tinkering and bustling outside. Slowly you start to drift off, eyes heavy, sinking into the couch.
You jump up, something woke you, you don't know what. Maybe a sound, maybe a feeling, but you're now up. You realize you're in episode 8 and you last remember episode 2, you turn off the tv. Stumbling, making your way to your bed, officially calling it a night. Climbing in your bed, getting nice and cozy. Still ignoring the world around you.
You're perfect for me, perfect for anyone, you're just perfect. I knew that, but I knew you didn't. You go on dates and entertain the "chads" of the world. Every since I seen you i knew we're perfect together, you were made for me.
I watch, right outside your windows, you leave them open, evidence you need me to protect you. I watch you fall asleep, again, you're just on the couch, lights on, TV loud, obviously to the dangers of the world. I can't trust you.
I pry open a window, the sound of the lock breaking gave me a pause, but committed now. That's why I chose the spare bathroom. The "clunck" of breaking the lock froze me, but I watched you walk past. Paying no attention to the man watching you through the window.
At that point I knew, I needed to protect you.... from you