Fire and the Thud

You showed me my tomorrow 
Beside a box of matches 
A welcome threatening stir 

My hopes of being stolen 
Might just ring true 
Depends who you prefer 

But if it’s true you’re gonna run away 
Tell me where 
I’ll meet you there 

Am I snapping the excitement 
If I pack away the laguther 
And tell you how it feels 

And does burden come to meet ya 
If I’ve questions of the feature that runs on your dream wheel 

The day after you stole my heart, 
Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you 

And you’re hiding in my soup 
And the book reveals your face 
And there’s a splashing in my eyelids 
The concentration continually breaks 

I did request the mark you cast 
Didn’t heal as fast 
I hear your vioce in silences 
Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud? 

And the jostling crowd 
You’re not allowed to tell the truth 
And the photobooth’s a liar 
And the sharpened explanations 
But theres no screaming reason to inquire 
I’d like to poke them in their prying eyes with things they never see if it smacks in their temples